CHAPTER 187: CHAPTER 187: RETRIBUTION IN THIS LIFE

When Mr. Foster received the call, he was angry but dared not act out, so he asked, "What did you say to your wife this time?"

William Foster admitted frankly, "I didn’t say much, just told her that you were bullying me and acted a bit pitiful. Don’t worry, I said I would consider family ties, she won’t do anything to you."

Mr. Foster sighed upon hearing this, "You scared me half to death!"

William Foster comforted him, "Didn’t I stop it just in time? As long as I let her know you were frightened, she probably won’t bother you for a while."

Mr. Foster expressed helplessness, "William, it’s not that I don’t want to support you. I’ll support whatever you want to do, but I’m really getting old. Don’t just mess with me alone. Your other two uncles aren’t in good health either, why don’t you choose another target?"

Mr. Foster had resigned himself.

Anyway, if William wants to stir things up, no one can stop him, and the suffering doesn’t have to be limited to them.

William thought for a moment and said, "Uncle is right."

Just as Mr. Foster sighed with relief, he heard William say, "When are the aunties coming over? Now that a new bride has come in, it’s time to show some authority."

Mr. Foster was instantly dumbfounded, only able to respond helplessly, "???"

Are they specifically targeting us these few uncles’ families?

What kind of sin did we commit?

William said, "Don’t worry, helping this will have rewards. I’ll cover all the jewelry the aunties need this year."

Mr. Foster hesitated, "This..."

William continued, "I promise that within this year, I’ll make sure the uncles and aunties live peacefully, and won’t create any trouble for you."

Mr. Foster gritted his teeth and firmly said, "Alright! Deal!"

Money is not the issue, the key is not wanting to be conned by William again.

Everything was under William’s control.

When Clara Bennett went upstairs again, the scene had already changed.

The private doctor had arrived, Zam stood at the door as if waiting to report something, his eyes showed a hint of complex feelings.

Clara guessed the general situation, but she still calmly walked into the room with the porridge.

Seeing her enter, the private doctor immediately started the act, "Sir Foster is fine, yesterday was probably because he caught a cold, after taking some medicine and resting, he’ll get better today. Young Madam is here, please take care of Sir Foster."

Clara asked calmly, "Not tired, is there anything that needs special attention?"

The private doctor shook his head and said, "Nothing particularly noteworthy, just try to keep his diet light. He has already taken his medicine."

Clara thanked him and then watched the private doctor leave the room.

Zam then opened his mouth, "Sir Foster, your uncle called, saying..."

Clara put down the porridge in her hand and helped William Foster sit up.

William Foster leaned half-lying beside her, "Zam, Clara is my wife, you can say anything directly in front of her."

Zam hesitated a bit but still spoke up, "Your uncle called saying there was a bit of trouble at home, and he has been sent to the hospital."

Upon hearing this news, William Foster suddenly became nervous, moved his body, and asked, "What? What’s wrong with my uncle? Is he alright now?"

Zam said, "There’s no major issue with his body, just a little shocked, mentally a bit tense."

William Foster anxiously requested, "Quick, help me prepare clothes, I have to go see my uncle immediately."

"You can’t go!"

Clara Bennett firmly pushed him back onto the bed and coldly said, "That’s called self-inflicted trouble. He’s like this, who told him to come and bother you yesterday? I think this is karma."

Zam looked at Clara, not knowing what to do for a moment.

Young Madam, you’re mistaken in saying this.

How is this so-called karma?

It’s clearly you taking the opportunity to exact revenge.

William Foster was also stunned by Clara’s words, gently pursed his lips, then sighed and said, "After all, he’s still my elder, he’s my family."

Clara continued indifferently, "But if he really considers you family, how could he do such a thing to you?"

William Foster fell into silence after hearing her words, without saying much more.

Clara turned her head and said plainly to Zam, "Zam, please select some quality ginseng and Lingzhi to send over to him, and pass a message saying William accidentally soaked in cold water last night, coughed blood this morning, and really can’t go himself."

At this point, William Foster gently tugged at her sleeve, looking innocent, and asked, "Clara, I didn’t actually cough blood."

Clara looked at him with frustration and asked, "In this kind of matter, don’t I have the right to make decisions?"

William Foster replied, "You can, I’ll follow your arrangements."

And so Clara turned to Zam and said, "Zam, I’ll trouble you to make the trip."

Seeing the scene before him, Zam couldn’t help but laugh.

Although he was acting, he was truly willing to do this.

Usually, he protected himself with a cold and heartless demeanor, making people feel he was impervious and unwavering, which inevitably elicited awe from those around him.

But now someone could get so close to him, even naturally getting along like this, it felt quite nice.

Zam bowed and said, "I’ll carry out your instructions right away."

His tone respectful and firm, showing his attention and seriousness towards the task.

Clara pondered for a bit and added, "Still, it would be better if Zam himself goes, this will avoid anyone deliberately finding fault or gossiping, ensuring that the matter can be resolved smoothly."

Her speech subtly revealed a cautious attitude, as if she held great hope for this action.

Zam replied shortly but confidently, "Understood."

William Foster, listening on the side, couldn’t help but curiously ask, "Zam, how was my uncle frightened exactly? Did he really encounter a thief or some other situation?"

His voice was full of confusion and concern.

However, just as Zam was about to explain, Clara interrupted.

"You’re currently ill, there’s no need to understand so many details. You should focus more on resting and recovering, rather than wasting energy on unnecessary suspicion."

Her tone carried a slight rebuke, but more was concern.

Zam nodded and then turned to leave the room, giving the two some private space to discuss the matter.

Looking at the gentle and considerate woman beside him, William Foster softly asked, "Is it...that you don’t want me to know about the incidents at my uncle’s house? Could it be that you actually..."