Five pairs of fierce, furious eyes fell simultaneously on William Grant's face, making him feel an overwhelming urge to turn and run.

Fortunately, at that moment, James Carter's voice came from behind.

“Let the child leave...”

The five people who had been blocking the door immediately bowed their heads respectfully and humbly, making way.

The innocent and naive child William Grant turned back and gave a polite smile to the man and woman, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of an inconspicuous corner of clothing under the bed.

...

James Carter stood at the doorway, watching the young man who had already gone downstairs and was heading out. In a low voice, he instructed his trusted, clean-shaven attendant Henry Young.

“I understand...” The clean-shaven Henry Young respectfully accepted the order in a whisper and quickly headed downstairs.

James Carter turned his head and saw Grace Thompson sitting on the bed, her face full of panic and helplessness.

He couldn't help but feel a surge of pity, walked over to sit by the bed, and gently comforted her.

“Miss Shishi, are you alright...?”

Forcing herself to remain calm, Grace Thompson raised her hand to gently rub her forehead and replied weakly, “Mm, I’m just a bit frightened, my head hurts and I feel dizzy...”

“It’s all that boy’s fault. Shishi, do you really not know him?”

“...What kind of person do you take me for?!”

“Please don’t be angry, Miss Shishi. I was just asking casually, I absolutely didn’t mean anything else.”

Under the bed, Mr. Bennett, his face dark, continued to remain silent. After a moment’s thought, he slowly raised his hand and covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve...

...

After leaving this beautiful but quiet courtyard, things immediately became much livelier.

William Grant looked around warily, making sure that the thugs who had been chasing him were nowhere in sight before continuing forward at a brisk pace.

He hadn’t gone far when he saw a commotion ahead. William Grant immediately ducked behind a corridor pillar.

Peeking out, he saw Yvonne Foster, his face bruised and swollen, looking furious as he led seven or eight fierce-looking servants of the Gao family in this direction.

“Yvonne Foster! I’m here.” William Grant stepped out from behind the pillar, straightened his clothes, and called out.

Seeing William Grant standing there safe and sound, completely unharmed,

Yvonne Foster was overjoyed and rushed over, immediately dropping to his knees in a smooth motion and shuffling forward several steps on his knees.

“Young master, are you alright?”

“Heh, if something had happened, would I still be standing here?”

Of course, William Grant wasn’t about to tell Yvonne Foster that he’d been chased into a corner and had to hide in that courtyard.

And ended up listening to quite a show, shoulder to shoulder with someone under the bed.

“As long as you’re safe, young master. Those Cai family bastards have really gone too far.

I’ve already gathered our men—should we go and storm their place right now?”

Seeing Yvonne Foster all fired up, William Grant smirked and reached out to pat the burly Yvonne Foster on the arm.

“Alright then, you lead the team, charge into the Cai residence, smash things up, and if possible, give the current prime minister a beating too.”

“Anyone willing to go with Yvonne Foster, step forward.”

The Gao family servants, who had been standing tall and proud beside Yvonne Foster, froze at the young master’s words.

They all glared fiercely at the still-oblivious Yvonne Foster.

Yvonne Foster grinned and was about to step forward when he saw the unfriendly faces of his brothers behind him,

and the young master’s insincere smile in front. Instantly, Yvonne Foster straightened his face, putting on a look of reason and intelligence.

“Young master, I think it’s better to resolve enmity than to create it. Since this is a personal matter between you and the sixth son of the Cai family, attacking the prime minister’s residence might not be very appropriate...”

Watching Yvonne Foster analyze the situation so seriously, William Grant couldn’t be bothered to respond to this thick-skinned fellow and strode off.

Not far away, Henry Young stood watching the scene thoughtfully.

After a moment, he gestured with his hand, deciding to keep following to see which official family this young man, who dared to clash with the sixth son of Minister Cai, belonged to.

...

Having had his mood spoiled, James Carter ultimately didn’t have the heart to go any further.

He carefully comforted the clearly frightened and distracted Miss Shishi, then left Grace Thompson’s private courtyard.

At the gate, he looked back longingly and saw Grace Thompson standing gracefully at the second-floor window.

He waved, then quietly left, surrounded by his guards.

Grace Thompson let out a long sigh of relief, turned around, and bent down to softly call under the bed, “Mr. Bennett, Lord Zhao has left.”

The elegant and talented Mr. Bennett finally crawled out from under the bed in a sorry state.

...

“Shishi, who was that boy?” Sitting on the edge of the bed, the refined and handsome Mr. Bennett looked deeply worried.

Now dressed in splendid clothes, Grace Thompson lowered her head slightly, her face full of confusion.

“It was the first time I’d ever seen that young master.”

“This is troublesome...” Mr. Bennett frowned deeply, his face full of worry.

To think that I, Edward Bennett, a leading figure in the literary world of the Song Dynasty, would end up in such a shameful and embarrassing situation.