Henry Bennett's right eyelid twitched twice as he heard Edward Bennett say, "Move him into Henry's yard, just the room next to the main house."

Laughter of schadenfreude rang out. Henry Bennett punched Eugene Bennett in the waist. He wanted to protest, but only his yard had two empty rooms. He got up, walked around the sofa, and stepped across the floor, approaching step by step. When he reached Samuel Grant, he said helplessly and with some disdain, "Come on, Fifth Junior Brother."

Samuel Grant, beads of sweat at his temples, followed Henry Bennett out of the house, breathing heavier from nerves. His few large trunks were locked and placed just inside the main gate, which made the others even more displeased.

Eugene Bennett put his hands on his hips. "Even a bride doesn't bring this much stuff when she gets married."

Henry Bennett nudged them with his toe. Samuel Grant blurted out anxiously, "Don't touch!"

The three brothers paused, glancing at Samuel Grant at the same time. Henry Bennett stuffed his hands in his pockets and stood there, unhurried. "Only I can't touch? I think no one should touch. You move them yourself."

Samuel Grant apologized for his earlier outburst. "The things inside are fragile. I got anxious for a moment. Please don't mind, Senior Brother."

They say you shouldn't hit a smiling face, but Samuel Grant was now frowning and looking troubled, which made it hard for Henry Bennett to stay angry. The show of authority was enough; he waved for Eugene Bennett and Ethan Carter to carry one trunk, and he and Samuel Grant carried another together. After two trips, all the trunks were moved to the small yard.

The small yard where Henry Bennett lived alone was filled with greenery. A gray wall built at the back had an arched doorway. The north house had three rooms—two bedrooms and a study. The south house had two rooms, which had been opened up to store materials and machines. Although there were quite a few rooms, none were large, and the three big trunks blocked the entrance, making it crowded.

Ethan Carter wiped his sweat. "How are we supposed to fit such big trunks inside?"

Samuel Grant peered into the house. "Is it okay to put them against the wall?"

"No." Henry Bennett slapped the dust from his pants. "Just because you live here doesn't mean this is your territory. Stuffing three trunks in there will look terrible. Open them up—keep what you need, throw out what you don't. Don't think about filling a whole room with junk and taking up space."

Samuel Grant's face was flushed, whether from the heat or anger. "I don't have any junk. Everything is useful."

Henry Bennett was spoiled himself and hated it when others contradicted him. "Who are you, little southern brat, to talk back to me?" With that, he stopped helping, washed his face, and left. Ethan Carter and Eugene Bennett were just his lackeys, following him to the gate of the small yard.

Henry Bennett deliberately said, "Call Second Brother. Let's go to Zhuifeng Tower for lunch, brothers."

Eugene Bennett said happily, "Big Brother, I've been craving their superior soup squid tentacles for ages!"

"What squid? We're having Yangzhou fried rice today!" Henry Bennett glanced back at the house entrance.

At noon, the heat was rising. Samuel Grant stood on the steps, guarding his three big wooden trunks. Could he go inside? But he hadn't gotten Henry Bennett's permission yet. What if he moved a chair or bumped a cup, and Henry Bennett came back and picked a fight?

He had been caring for his mentor since he fell ill, and during the recent funeral arrangements, he had barely eaten or slept. One sad event after another had come in quick succession. Now, after traveling back and forth with Edward Bennett, he found himself in a completely unfamiliar city, with no place to settle or peace of mind. At this moment, standing under the blazing sun, he didn't dare go anywhere. He was afraid to ask questions for fear of causing trouble, and in his exhaustion and anxiety, he nearly collapsed off the steps.

When Grace Carter arrived, she saw Samuel Grant standing there anxiously, his cheeks flushed and the inner layers of his hair soaked with sweat.

She hurried over to wipe his sweat. "I'm Henry's aunt. My brother-in-law has been away for several days—he just went to the shop. My sister went to buy you daily necessities and a new quilt. Why are you just standing here?"

Grace Carter's arrival was like timely help in a snowstorm. Samuel Grant smiled gratefully. "Auntie, my name is Samuel Grant."

"I know. What a nice name. Did Master Ji give it to you?" Grace Carter ushered Samuel Grant inside. "Those guys gave you a hard time, didn't they? Don't mind them. My brother-in-law is very strict about taking disciples. Lots of old friends' kids wanted to be his apprentice, but he refused them all. Not to mention Henry, the others may be mischievous, but they're all top-notch. So you being accepted as a disciple right away and brought all the way from Yangzhou—they're just feeling awkward about it."

Samuel Grant quickly said, "I won't embarrass Master Bennett. My skills are decent."

He wanted to say he was pretty good, but in the end, he was too shy.

Grace Carter burst out laughing. "Eat first. After you eat, take a bath and get some sleep. When it cools down tonight, you can unpack."

Samuel Grant had packed some clothes in a separate bag—not many, but all finely made, which could only make people think of one word: down-and-out. After his bath, he sat on the bed, feeling a bit hysterical, and only dared to lie down after his hair was completely dry, afraid to get the pillow wet and give Henry Bennett something to pick on.

On the nightstand was a copy of "War and Peace." He picked it up and read for a while. When he got sleepy, he put the book back exactly as it was, pretending he hadn't touched it. He didn't even dare to sleep soundly, lying flat on the edge of the bed, not turning over or kicking his legs... even more peaceful than when Vera Grant passed away.

He wasn't actually afraid of Henry Bennett; he just knew what kind of manners were required when living under someone else's roof.

Henry Bennett had long since forgotten about Samuel Grant, taking his two little brothers out for lunch, then to a movie, and then for a drive. They didn't come back until sunset.

When he entered the yard, he finally remembered there was someone else. He slowed his steps behind the lucky bamboo, and saw that the three big wooden trunks were still outside the door. Striding over, he nimbly jumped into the bedroom and began inspecting every table and chair like a supervisor.