By rights, our William is so well-behaved and kind, how could he possibly keep beating up David Brooks?”

Richard Grant swept his aching gaze left and right.

“Karen Foster.”

“Here I am, Master. What are your orders?”

“Go, send someone to find out where the young master is, and have him return to the residence at once.”

William Grant’s outing today, though a bit eventful and even somewhat complicated,

at least ended quite perfectly. After all, he and that David Brooks managed to turn hostility into friendship, letting bygones be bygones with a smile.

Moreover, he even accepted a junior apprentice on behalf of that old con artist with a stroke, with signatures and handprints, all in black and white.

After all, the old con artist’s food, clothing, and shelter are all the Gao family’s responsibility. Now with David Brooks sharing the burden, the thrifty and diligent William Grant felt quite pleased.

As the carriage drew closer to home, William Grant saw someone dart out from inside his own residence, and upon seeing his group, disappeared in an instant.

The next moment, his father Richard Grant and mother Harris stood smiling on the steps, waving at him repeatedly.

“Father, Mother, what are you doing here?”

Getting off the carriage, William Grant stepped forward and bowed.

Richard Grant looked over his exceptionally handsome only son, a doting smile on his face.

“Your mother and I were taking a stroll in the residence. When we heard you were back, we came over to have a look. Are you alright…”

There were no bruises on his son’s face, but as for those servants and guards,

many of them looked disheveled, with black eyes and swollen faces. Hmm, looks like the rumor that his son beat up David Brooks again wasn’t unfounded.

At this moment, Harris caught the look her husband gave her, and understanding his intent, took William Grant by the arm and led him away.

Richard Grant nodded slightly at Yvonne Foster. “Did you have another run-in with that David Brooks today?”

“……”

……

After dealing with his mother Harris, William Grant saw Yvonne Foster approaching with a face full of worry.

“Young master, young master, something terrible has happened… Master has been reprimanded by imperial decree and ordered to stay home and reflect.”

William Grant raised his eyebrows and stood up. “For what reason?”

Yvonne Foster glanced at William Grant, hesitating to speak.

William Grant, utterly confused, pointed at himself, and Yvonne Foster nodded a bit shyly.

“It’s related to your conflict with that David Brooks today.”

“I heard from the steward Karen Foster that Master suspects Prime Minister Brooks went to the palace to see His Majesty. After hearing that David Brooks was beaten by you several times, His Majesty sent word for Master to stay home and reflect…”

“……”

Chapter 11: For Father and His Majesty Are Bonded by Ball, Often Making Friends Through the Game…

Upon hearing this news, William Grant’s face darkened.

What do you mean ‘beaten several times’? It was only three times, alright?

Besides, I already made peace with David Brooks, even formally accepted him as a disciple on behalf of my master, all in black and white.

Yet my own father still suffers such unfair punishment—truly a foolish emperor, a foolish emperor indeed…

William Grant, feeling quite vexed, wandered around his little courtyard, but unfortunately, he didn’t even know the foolish emperor Zhao Ji.

No matter how many tricks or schemes he had, they were all useless.

In the end, it was all because he was too young. Thinking of this, William Grant couldn’t help but touch his own tender, dewy, youthful face.

William Grant even felt a bit envious of Yvonne Foster’s acne-ridden, rough face. After all, he was still just a child. Sigh…

Not even old enough to get a driver’s license—no matter how many skills he had, no matter how good his driving, what use was it?

So, for now, all he could do was focus on his career, nothing improper—well, working in an industry wasn’t out of the question either.

Looking at his body, still in the early stages of a second growth spurt, William Grant said helplessly,

“Did my father say anything else?”

“Master didn’t say anything more, but Madam advised him not to worry too much.

If he felt troubled, he could go to the backyard and play ball to relax.”

“…My mother is that generous?”

“Young master, who are you calling generous?” Not catching the young master’s muttered words, Yvonne Foster couldn’t help but crane his neck.

“Wait, are you sure it’s the backyard and not some other courtyard?”

Seeing Yvonne Foster nod vigorously, William Grant finally breathed a sigh of relief.

So it was just playing ball properly. Turns out it was this mumbling Yvonne Foster’s fault—almost made me lose control of the steering wheel.

Watching the young master William Grant’s back, Yvonne Foster felt there was some hidden meaning in his words, but he just couldn’t figure it out.

……

With a thud, before William Grant even entered the backyard, he saw a ball soaring high into the sky, taking ages to fall back down.

William Grant saw his father standing with a master’s bearing, head tilted back, watching the sky. The moment the ball was about to hit the ground,

he kicked it again, and with another dull thud, the ball shot up into the sky at high speed.

Seeing this, all the Gao family members looked on with faces full of admiration and excitement at the ball flying up and down.

Every time the ball was about to touch the ground, Master Richard Grant would always manage to kick it back up in time.

Watching this scene, William Grant and the other Gao household servants all had their eyes shining.