It’s hard to say what would happen if I dared to jump up at home and shout about planning to marry late, have children late, and pursue eugenics and all that. Even if my mother didn’t smack me, Uncle would go crazy, furiously denouncing me as an unfilial and disloyal person who fails the greatest duty of continuing the family line. Of course, there’s one thing I must make clear: I would absolutely never, without first falling in love with someone, crawl into bed and do OOXX with a girl I don’t even know.

I’m not some beast who loosens his belt at the sight of a pretty girl. Rather, I’m the kind of upright gentleman who could sit with Liu Xiahui in a brothel, surrounded by beautiful women with shapely legs and fair arms, and still discuss the classics of Chinese literature with a righteous and dignified air.

So... it seems my thoughts are wandering too much. I need to remember what I was about to do just now. In short, whether a girl is pretty or not isn’t important (well, actually it is), but what matters most is that I put my heart and mind into finding a girl who truly suits me.

But I’ll set that aside for now, because I have more important things to do. Namely, I must first make plans for my family and my loved ones.

For example, this adorable and lovable little sister in front of me—since I, a traveler from the future, have taken over her real brother’s body, and with Father gone, as her brother, I must take responsibility for her future.

No matter what, I can’t let her, still a minor, marry Abraham Lincoln, that lolicon. In history, Mrs. Lincoln died so young, and it probably had a lot to do with marrying at such a young age.

But to achieve this, I need a certain amount of money and power to prove that I can protect my mother and sister. Only then will Uncle be at ease.

And once Uncle and Mother acknowledge my abilities, I’ll deal with Henry Grant and Andrew Grant, those two guys, and take back what rightfully belongs to me. But before that, of course, I need to make money while also investigating those two thoroughly.

Chapter Four: Because You Are Mother’s Child...

“Fourth Son, you’ve only just recovered, you need to eat more to nourish yourself.” A pair of chopsticks placed a piece of braised chicken into my bowl, and the owner of those chopsticks was a woman of about forty, dignified in appearance, her face gentle yet tinged with a trace of weariness.

She is my MotherThe Clark Family. Looking at the fragrant piece of meat in my bowl, I felt both warm and overwhelmed inside. My parents in the later world have passed away, and after nearly seven or eight years of living alone, lacking familial love, my eyes couldn’t help but sting a little. Smiling, I politely declined, “Mother, I’m already full, I can’t eat any more. Give it to Younger Sister.”

“Brother, I’m already full.” With a mouthful of greens, my little sister Emily, who was finishing her last bite of rice, quickly shook her head.

“By the way, today, Mother heard from George that the Heir of the Foster Family came to visit Third Son?” Mother’s tone was as casual as if chatting about daily life, but her gradually slowing movements showed that inside, she was not as calm as she appeared.

My little sister’s face also showed worry, her gaze shifting uncertainly between Mother and her brother.

“Please forgive me, Mother.” Hearing this, I already understood that Mother must have learned everything from George. What I was concerned about was only Mother’s attitude and feelings.

“Fourth Son, Mother doesn’t blame you, because you are Mother’s child. How could someone else’s mistake be blamed on you? Even a clay figurine has a temper, let alone a person. That David Foster really went too far.” MotherThe Clark Family put down her chopsticks and held my hand. The loving look in her eyes was deeply imprinted in my heart.

“Mother...” Hearing these words, my throat felt as if something was stuck in it, my voice a little hoarse, but my heart was burning with warmth. This is a mother—no matter what her child does, she always thinks from her child’s perspective.

“Fourth Son, don’t forget, your father was a great general. Today, even though the The Grant Family has fallen, we must not lose our courage and backbone. What you did today was right. Mother believes that one day, our family’s Fourth Son will make everyone look at you with new eyes.” The Clark Family raised her hand, gently smoothing a few stray hairs for me. The hope and expectation in her words made me feel the weight on my shoulders—heavy, yet filling me with confidence.

“As long as Mother is at ease, I, your child, will never let down the Grant name.” I gripped Mother’s warm but slightly rough hand, made so by years of hard work, and answered with absolute certainty. “Mother, you must take care of your health and watch over your child and Little Sister, all right?”

“Mm, Mother believes in you.” Mother nodded with a smile. Her slightly weary face radiated a glow it had never shown before.

“Yes, brother, Little Sister believes in you too.” Little Sister also nodded vigorously. Seeing this, William Grant couldn’t help but smile, his right hand clenching into a fist. In the future, I will definitely do better than the William Grant of that other historical timeline, and live up to the expectations of my family.