CHAPTER 185: CHAPTER 185 SPECIAL TREATMENT

Perhaps ignorance is the best form of protection.

With Daniel Wright’s help, Mr. Foster finally avoided that terrifying night and the possible "special treatment" he might have faced.

As they moved away from the bedroom, Mr. Foster finally felt a little relieved.

Meanwhile, William Foster managed to get home before Clara Bennett and quickly dressed up before going straight to his room.

He knew that tonight’s time was extremely precious, and not a second could be wasted.

When Clara Bennett returned, washed up, and went to the bedroom, she found William Foster still asleep.

She quietly got into bed, pondered for a moment, then held his hand again before she could sleep peacefully.

Despite the countless questions swirling in her mind, she eventually chose to remain silent.

In the darkness, William Foster’s lips curled into a smile, feeling very pleased.

Although he pretended to be asleep on the surface, inside he was filled with satisfaction and pride.

However, at the moment, Mr. Foster in the living room saw a giant two-meter-long python being carried out from his house, and he was both anxious and angry.

This unexpected scene caught him completely off guard, his heart pounding hard, as if even breathing became heavy.

The fact that such a gigantic python appeared in his house was something he simply could not accept.

Mr. Foster felt a chill in his heart; he had never encountered anything so terrifying, and it made him feel as if his aging body couldn’t withstand such a shock.

Mr. Foster was furious: "How dare anyone break into my house and do such a horrifying thing, such excessive behavior! It’s simply too much!"

Thinking about the cup of tea he had just drunk, which was even bitterer than coptis, he felt an overwhelming sense of dread.

He couldn’t help but shiver all over, then turned to question Daniel Wright on what exactly Clara Bennett had given him.

The taste of that cup of tea was just too bitter, and now, recalling that acrid bitterness, Mr. Foster still felt nauseated, beginning to suspect if all this was a long-planned conspiracy.

Clever as Daniel Wright was, he naturally wouldn’t tell the truth, "The young madam just gave you something to cool and lower heat, considering you might have high blood pressure after being startled."

He believed that saying this wasn’t wrong. After all, that so-called ’medication’ was essentially meant to lower internal heat, and using it could calm much of the agitation brought by external factors.

Daniel Wright explained with as gentle and calm a voice as possible, attempting to slowly stabilize Mr. Foster’s mood, but clearly, Mr. Foster’s mood was already hard to calm down at this point.

Mr. Foster still looked at Daniel Wright with some doubtful eyes, questioning, "Is it true?"

His gaze was full of vigilance and suspicion, clearly not believing Daniel Wright’s words.

Daniel Wright chuckled and answered, "Of course it’s true."

His smile appeared sincere and confident, but Mr. Foster snorted coldly, seemingly not fully believing, "Kid, your mouth is too sweet. You think I would believe you?"

Mr. Foster’s response was filled with distrust towards Daniel Wright, bearing a deep sense of wariness towards this young person before him.

As for the good intentions of William Foster’s wife, Mr. Foster did not care at all, even a little scornful.

In his view, all of this was nothing more than a clumsy excuse, and he absolutely wouldn’t believe anyone’s words easily, especially under such circumstances.

Daniel Wright shook his head helplessly, whispering, "Whether you believe it or not is up to you. I’m just following Sir Foster’s arrangements; the specific details still need to be explained personally by Sir Foster."

He knew that only Sir Foster could truly quell Mr. Foster’s anger and unease, and hence, he could only attribute the responsibility of things to Sir Foster’s arrangements.

Indeed, in this matter, Daniel Wright dared not speak recklessly. Offending the young madam or Sir Foster would be a huge problem.

In comparison, naturally, Sir Foster was more awe-inspiring and definitely someone not to be easily offended.

Daniel Wright understood this well. He could only strive to remain calm in front of Mr. Foster and choose his words carefully to avoid unnecessary disputes.

He said, "Sir Foster said he would personally explain everything clearly tomorrow, so please allow me to take my leave now."

His words were quite firm, leaving no room for negotiation, and Mr. Foster had no choice but to nod in agreement.

Mr. Foster replied with a steely complexion, "I plan to leave here too, to stay in a hotel."

If the home couldn’t make one feel safe and secure, how could one stay?!

There was a tinge of helplessness and despair in Mr. Foster’s voice; clearly, this series of incidents had utterly shattered his mental defenses.

Just as Mr. Foster was at his angriest, two bodyguards upstairs were also awakened by the series of noises.

At this, Mr. Foster became even angrier, unable to refrain from loudly condemning, "Useless! A bunch of good-for-nothings!"

Mr. Foster’s emotions were at their limit; he couldn’t stand that these bodyguards did nothing in such a critical moment. Their existence seemed so inept.

Meanwhile, behind all this chaos and noise, in a room upstairs, Clara Bennett and William Foster were cuddled up in slumber, their faces exuding happy smiles.

They seemed to be completely immersed in each other’s love, indifferent to everything outside, adding an ironic and desolate feel to the entire night.

The next morning, Clara Bennett was the first one up.

Despite not getting much sleep last night, she felt energized, as if unaffected at all.

This made her feel very cheerful.

Clara Bennett joyfully went out for a morning run, savoring the fresh morning air and running freely under the sunlight.

Meanwhile, while she was out, William Foster secretly prepared some small maneuvers, as if plotting a plan.

When Clara Bennett finished her run and returned home, she unexpectedly found William Foster sitting at the bedside, coughing continuously.

His face looked somewhat pale, and he shivered from time to time.

Clara Bennett furrowed her brow, quickly walking up to him, gently touching his forehead: "Why is your forehead so hot? Do you have a fever?"

Her heart was filled with worry.

William Foster leaned weakly against the bed, his whole demeanor sickly, completely lacking his usual vigor.

"It’s nothing. Don’t you have a lot to handle today? Go ahead and do your thing. I used to get through illnesses by myself, it’s no problem."

He mustered his strength, trying to reassure Clara Bennett.

One must say, William Foster truly put in every effort to have Clara Bennett spend more time with him.

He tried all means, hoping to gain her attention and care.

Clara Bennett momentarily had no words to respond, just looking at William Foster’s sickly appearance, how could she possibly feel at ease leaving?

She sat by the bedside, gently holding William Foster’s hand, her tone filled with concern: "I’m not in a hurry to leave, I’ll stay with you. Your condition’s not good, I can’t let you stay here alone."