CHAPTER 134: CHAPTER 134: A FIERY TEMPERAMENT

Mr. Foster took a deep breath and shouted into the phone, "You’re out of line! How dare you speak to me like that!"

His anger was palpable, "Do you think that because you’ve married a wife, you’re something special now, thinking you can shake us off? I’m telling you, that’s impossible!"

He then raised his voice to underscore the immovability of his point, "In your current state, blind and crippled, why would anyone be genuinely devoted to you? It’s only for the Foster family’s money!"

He seemed to try to wound the other party further with sharper words, "How is she any different from those scoundrel friends of yours? Stop dreaming, wake up you fool!"

The final sentence was almost spat out through gritted teeth, "Do outsiders call you Mr. William Foster, and you actually think you’re something? Let me tell you, in the Foster family, you’ll never escape our grasp!"

The whole conversation was riddled with a strong desire for control and deep suspicion of the interests behind William Foster’s marriage.

Clara Bennett, listening up to this point, could no longer hold back. Her gaze turned cold, and her tone carried undeniable firmness, "William Foster, turn on the speakerphone immediately!"

William Foster seemed startled by the sudden demand, with a hint of panic in his voice, "Clara, you’re still listening, huh... you—"

Clara repeated firmly, "I said, turn on the speakerphone immediately!"

William Foster raised an eyebrow, glanced at Mr. Foster beside him, and a self-satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

He unhesitatingly pressed the speakerphone button on the mobile phone.

Mr. Foster looked at the events unfolding before him in bewilderment, completely unaware of why William Foster was grinning so smugly, as if he had some unspoken secret.

At that moment, Clara spoke clearly through the phone, "Uncle, since William calls you uncle, I will follow his lead and call you the same. I plan to serve tea to you and several elders of the family the morning after our wedding, where we can have a deeper discussion about William. At this moment, I don’t want to say more meaningless words but rather express my intention directly, please listen carefully."

"My love for William Foster is sincere and profound, and I’ve never coveted what he owns. I love him for who he is. From now on, please refrain from any commentary on his legs and eyesight. My parents taught me from a young age to pursue love courageously, cherish my partner, and show respect to elders."

"But I personally have a stubborn side, especially when it comes to protecting the ones I care about. Once someone becomes my other half, William Foster becomes part of me, and anyone who dares to insult him is, in my heart, insulting me. I will not turn a blind eye to this."

"The same logic applies to those overconfident relatives who try to exert pressure on me using their elder status as an excuse. They also need to understand the ancient saying that it is only women and petty people who are difficult to serve!"

Hearing these words, Mr. Foster was so shocked he couldn’t close his mouth, speechless for quite a while.

Standing beside him, William Foster was filled with pride due to Clara’s firm support.

Look, there’s my wife, protective enough of me?

Her words were powerful and had a slightly triumphant tone.

Mr. Foster looked bitter after Clara’s reprimand.

He frowned and sighed helplessly, as if the weight of the world fell on him.

What sin had he committed to end up here witnessing this drama with William Foster; wasn’t he inviting trouble?

His mind was plagued with confusion like a fog, making him shake his head.

He was practically speechless by what Clara said.

Her words cut like a sharp knife straight to his heart, leaving him unsure of how to respond.

After all, while Mr. Foster seemed tough on the outside, he wasn’t truly a malicious elder.

He might appear stern, but in reality, he always cared for and protected the young ones in the family, not a harsh person at all.

Mr. Foster clutched his chest, looking at William Foster, grateful that William still had a bit of conscience. He said to Clara on the other end, "Clara, it’s fine here, don’t be mad. Uncle might be harsh with words since childhood, but he cares for you. He won’t do anything to you. Let me talk to him first, then I’ll call you back."

His voice was filled with helplessness and pleading.

Clara calmly responded, "Okay, I’ll wait for your call. Don’t carry any psychological burden; let anyone try if they dare to bully you. You’re a Foster, but I’m not, I’m a Bennett."

Her voice carried firmness and defiance that demanded respect.

William Foster felt warmth within his heart, bringing a slight smile to his lips, softly replying, "Okay."

After hanging up, Mr. Foster almost stumbled, his feet giving way. William Foster hurriedly called for Arthur Davis to help him to the sofa.

He quickly signaled to the people around him for help, fearing Mr. Foster might actually fall badly.

Mr. Foster took a deep breath and slowly said, "William, what are you doing? Are you testing your new wife’s true feelings?"

His gaze was puzzled, trying to search for answers on William Foster’s face.

William Foster was in good spirits, chuckled and asked, "Uncle, how do you find my wife?"

His tone was lighthearted, as if seeking the opinion of an old friend.

Mr. Foster paused for a moment, "She’s quite fierce! I thought she was a gentle lady from a noble family, but that’s not the case at all. Too forceful; she didn’t hold back when chastising me, an uncle, with every word hitting hard!"

He sighed, "But... she’s indeed protective of you."

Mr. Foster’s voice carried a trace of admiration along with some helplessness.

This reassured Mr. Foster somewhat, allowing him to breathe a bit easier.

Initially, he thought she was some seductive temptress, capable of making William lose his mind and even reason.

Now it seemed this woman truly has real feelings, so there was no problem.

William Foster couldn’t hide the pride in his eyes, and his tone was filled with pride.

"Clara really cares about me, she’s very protective. She said she wants to always be by my side, and if anyone dares to bully me, she won’t let it go. That makes me feel very secure and warm."

William Foster’s expression was full of satisfaction, as if all this was the result of his meticulous arrangements. This made Mr. Foster’s mouth twitch slightly, feeling rather helpless.

Thinking this way, he suddenly realized...

Isn’t William Foster deliberately pushing them towards danger!

But this thought was quickly suppressed, because he understood that this wasn’t the most critical issue; the key was what William Foster was truly thinking and what his intentions were.