CHAPTER 135: CHAPTER 135: UNPREDICTABLE

Mr. Foster couldn’t help but ask, "Did you do this to make her tense about you, to protect you, so you deceived her? Didn’t she sense anything about your true identity or suspect who you really are?"

He felt very puzzled about this matter, hoping William Foster could give him a reasonable explanation.

William Foster answered calmly, "Yes, she didn’t suspect. I wasn’t here before, and the main business of the Foster family isn’t in this place either. Many people here only know there’s someone in charge of the Foster family, but they don’t know exactly who, so it’s easy to hide. This is beneficial for our current situation."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Foster involuntarily took a deep breath, surprised and incredulous, he asked back, "You already have the marriage certificate, why not just tell her the truth? This kind of deception will end one day; continuing this way isn’t a long-term plan!"

William Foster, however, was exceptionally firm: "Uncle, please do not worry about the matters between Clara and me. Just do as I say and trust that I can handle everything."

Mr. Foster frowned; he initially wanted to offer some advice: "Isn’t this too much? Can’t you straightforwardly tell the truth? You should..."

However, before he could finish, he saw William Foster’s face turn icy, his eyes revealing an undeniable authority: "Uncle, I think the current state is good, please say no more."

This statement was like a bucket of cold water in winter, chilling Mr. Foster’s heart, leaving him no courage to speak further.

Indeed, once this young man made a decision, who dared oppose him?

Who had ever seen him allow others to meddle in his affairs?

The answer was clear; no one dared to challenge this authority.

Mr. William Foster was always unpredictable, like the King of Hell, both ruthless and decisive.

His temper was fickle, making him hard to read.

Even those close to him, when he was in a gloomy mood with a stern face, had to tread carefully, scared of saying something that might offend Mr. Foster.

After walking out of the room, Mr. Foster’s mood was evidently low.

Even though the result of the conversation didn’t go as he wished, he tried his best not to let the disappointment show on his face.

Zam approached him as he was leaving to offer comfort: "Please don’t worry too much. Mr. William Foster has his calculations and certainly has a mature plan for solving problems."

Mr. Foster sighed deeply, his tone filled with helplessness and reluctance: "Alas, I really am just looking out for his wellbeing, why can’t he understand?"

Zam replied with a smile, softly reassuring: "Actually, it’s because ever since he was little, no matter what he encountered, Mr. Foster habitually relied only on himself for judgments and decisions, always harboring an invincible sense of caution from the outside world. You know, he’s been through a lot, and that’s why he’s so cautious. While your intentions are indeed good, sometimes it’s tough to dictate his choices and thoughts."

Hearing this, Mr. Foster managed a slight smile: "That’s indeed the case. Looking back, it’s precisely because we elders were absent during his upbringing that he developed this kind of personality. Zam, be honest with me, is this girl Clara Bennett trustworthy or not? I always feel something is off, especially since William is now pretending to be a blind and disabled man, acting all pitiful. Is Clara interested in his money, or does she have other motives?"

Clearly, even with some answers, Mr. Foster was still not reassured about this matter, so he continued seeking more detailed explanations.

Facing the inquiry, Zam slightly raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a smile full of wisdom.

"Regarding what exactly is happening between Mr. Foster and his Young Madam, even I am not very clear. However, there is one thing I am absolutely certain of."

Seeing Zam say this, Mr. Foster immediately perked up and quickly asked, "What is it that makes you so certain?"

Zam’s answer was loaded with meaning: "That is, it seems Mr. Foster himself thoroughly enjoys this relationship, even finds pleasure in it. Isn’t that enough to make us feel assured?"

This sentence made Mr. Foster pause for a moment, then he recalled the look of joy and satisfaction that William Foster had just shown, and he suddenly felt a bit of peace as well.

"Indeed," thinking of this, Mr. Foster couldn’t help but sigh, "as long as William can be happy and content, then that’s enough. Nothing else really matters."

At this moment, the burden on Mr. Foster’s heart felt significantly lighter.

After gently patting his chest a few times, he made self-deprecating remarks to ease the atmosphere.

"It seems I’ve been overly worried! The couple already has their legal marriage certificate; if I keep overthinking, isn’t that unnecessary? I should just return to my play rehearsals. Alas, putting on a good show isn’t easy; I have to practice my acting skills more!"

Watching Mr. Foster’s figure gradually retreat, Zam respectfully bowed and offered his most sincere farewell: "Safe travels to you."

Once Mr. Foster had completely left the manor, upstairs, William Foster picked up the phone and dialed that familiar number again.

It was time to discuss the next arrangements with Clara Bennett.

Mr. Foster’s situation had completely removed Clara’s concern for that idiot named Jiang, leaving him entirely out of her thoughts.

William Foster felt that his arrangement not only won his young wife’s sympathy and care but also indirectly eased her worries and troubles, truly achieving a double benefit.

Regarding this, aside from Mr. Foster’s inward displeasure, both he and Clara were very satisfied.

However, when Clara hung up the phone, her expression suddenly became serious.

From Mr. Foster’s somewhat restrained tone, Clara vaguely sensed that the hardships William Foster endured in the Foster family were far heavier than she had previously imagined.

It can be imagined that living in that family must have been quite difficult, perhaps often suffering from hunger and lacking sufficient food, possibly enduring sharp words from elders or other family members.

Even more, being subjected to extremely harsh family rules and punishments might not have been uncommon...

Every time she thought of that man before her, with looks as refined as an artwork, who always presented himself harmlessly, having faced various painful ordeals from childhood through his adolescent years to adulthood, and even now couldn’t fully grasp his fate, Clara felt an indescribable heartache.