As a father, what he resents most about his own son is not his lack of learning, but his failure to repent.

Henry Foster knows his mistakes and admits them, and after things happen, he knows how to make amends, not letting things go from bad to worse—what more could David Foster scold him for?

“Look at the mess you’ve caused! Kneel there and reflect on your actions.”

To comfort Charles Grant, David Foster still put on a stern face and ordered Henry Foster to continue kneeling there, then, with a look of deep regret, helped Charles Grant up and said,

“Wucheng was a good child—sociable and capable. I had even considered taking him under my wing. For something like this to happen, my pain is no less than yours…”

Henry Foster was still full of doubts about how Walter Grant could have colluded with Yvonne Bailey to harm him. Hearing this, he thought perhaps the root of the trouble lay here.

Regardless of whether this was his father David Foster’s way of winning people over, if Walter Grant had ever heard such words, it would be normal for him to harbor delusions of replacing Henry Foster after his sudden death. No wonder there was always an irrepressible arrogance in his demeanor. Even if he hadn’t been bribed by Wan Honglou, he deserved his fate.

Charles Grant felt unbearably bitter and indignant, but since the family head David Foster had spoken so frankly, he had nothing more to say. After all, the whole matter still came down to Wucheng himself.

Even he had swallowed his anger and accepted the young master Henry Foster’s promise to let the tenant farmers enter the mountains, but Wucheng couldn’t let it go and insisted on driving out the Zhao father and son, only to be careless and get shot by the young James Sullivan.

Charles Grant had killed countless people in his early years, his hands stained with blood. As he grew older, his temperament mellowed. Even after the young master Henry Foster caused such a stir today, he had no thought of avenging his adopted son Walter Grant, thinking perhaps this was Wucheng’s fate.

“Wucheng was, after all, a member of the Han family. After the county office closes the case, you should go and retrieve his body, and bury him in a good spot on the hillside.” David Foster didn’t want to dwell on Walter Grant’s matter, but still made the necessary arrangements.

“Thank you, Master.” Charles Grant said.

“We really ought to make that brat James Sullivan keep vigil at Wucheng’s grave. We can’t let these lowborn people off too easily. Otherwise, they’ll really think nothing of our Han family!” Henry Foster said, still kneeling on the ground.

David Foster originally didn’t want to make things more complicated, thinking that after this matter, he would just drive Zhao Laoguan, James Sullivan, and their family out of the estate. But hearing his son Henry Foster say this, he asked Charles Grant, “If you think it’s appropriate, then send a message to Leonard Harris. I believe he’ll give our Han family this bit of face…”

Charles Grant didn’t want to see the Zhao father and son again, but since the young master Henry Foster had already spoken, how could he say “no”?

“I’ll take Kyle Sullivan and the others to the county to retrieve Wucheng’s body now,” Charles Grant said.

“Go on…” David Foster gestured for Charles Grant and the others to go handle the matter, as he still had things to say to his son Henry Foster.

“……”

Henry Foster’s knees were sore and numb from kneeling, and he cursed inwardly. He stole a glance at his father David Foster, whose thick brows were furrowed in the candlelight, clearly troubled by something and hesitating over whether to speak to his unfilial son.

“The third prince, who was just granted the title Marquis of Linjiang, is already thirteen years old. It’s not suitable for him to stay in the palace much longer. He’ll soon move out, and four ministers’ sons will be chosen to accompany him at the Marquis of Linjiang’s residence—you’ll be one of them…” David Foster sighed deeply, sitting by the candle as he spoke.

Henry Foster was shocked at these words. Even though he was unfamiliar with palace affairs, he knew that Yvonne Bailey and the others had gone to great lengths to kill him and fake his sudden death, most likely because of this matter. Was someone trying to prevent him from accompanying the third prince?

Seeing his father David Foster’s worried expression, Henry Foster realized his father didn’t want him to accompany the third prince, fearing he’d get into trouble. As for Wan Honglou going to such lengths to fake his sudden death, it was clearly not for the benefit of the Han family…

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Although it was said that the third prince, Marquis of Linjiang, would soon leave the palace, he hadn’t yet. As one of the four ministers’ sons appointed by the empress, Henry Foster didn’t need to go to the Marquis’s residence just yet, so he continued to stay at the villa to recuperate.

Although such an incident had occurred at the villa this time, Henry Foster was unusually calm and didn’t make David Foster so angry as to have chest pains. But after staying at the villa for three days and returning to the city after Walter Grant’s funeral, David Foster was still full of worry.

It’s often said that serving the emperor is like living with a tiger. David Foster also felt like he was walking on thin ice at court, having no idea what might happen when Henry Foster went to accompany the third prince, Marquis of Linjiang.

However, for a minister’s son to be able to accompany a prince was a great honor and would bring corresponding rewards, so David Foster naturally couldn’t refuse.

Henry Foster watched as his father David Foster’s carriage, escorted by two family guards, swayed and turned off the mountain road. Only then did he, together with Charles Grant and surrounded by Kyle Sullivan and the other guards, rein in his horse and return to the villa.

Henry Foster felt no pride at the prospect of accompanying the prince.

No matter how arrogant or ignorant he might be, he knew that being a companion to a prince was no good job.

He hadn’t even started accompanying the third prince, Marquis of Linjiang, yet the forces behind the scenes had already gone so far as to use Yvonne Bailey as a pawn to poison him and fake his sudden death—how the hell could this be a good job?