When he looked up, he realized that all the doors around had already opened, and from every household, a few people came out to greet him.

Mr. Foster stood in front of him, his old face smiling perfunctorily.

A wave of irritation surged in Logan Bennett's heart. These people had just stood by and watched, and now they came out to show concern—he couldn't be bothered to deal with them.

He closed his eyes, and Logan Bennett simply lay down stiffly.

Amidst a chorus of exclamations, Mr. Foster, with agility that belied his age, grabbed Logan Bennett in one swift motion and called out, “Everyone, Young Master Bennett has not yet recovered from his injuries and needs careful rest. Please, everyone, return to your homes and come visit again tomorrow.”

The crowd looked at each other helplessly and left, but as they watched Logan Bennett being carried into the house by Mr. Foster, the same thought crossed every single mind.

Could it be that this kid has really come to his senses?

Chapter 3: A Set of Jungle Chess

The crowd gradually dispersed. After the last person left, Mr. Foster closed the main door.

After hesitating for a moment, he still pushed the door open and entered, only to see Logan Bennett already up from the bed, craning his neck to look outside.

With a wry smile, Mr. Foster said, “Young Master Bennett, what are you doing?”

Logan Bennett scratched his head, a little embarrassed. “Mr. Foster, I just don't want to deal with those people.”

In fact, in his previous life, he was only a little over twenty years old, right in the prime of youth, far from being numbed by the many helpless and dark aspects of society. So now, having seen through the attitudes of the neighbors around him, he naturally wouldn't go out of his way to please them anymore.

Mr. Foster shook his head and sighed, “Young Master Bennett, in life, eight or nine out of ten things don't go as one wishes. Besides, seeking fortune and avoiding disaster is the instinct of ordinary people. You don't need to be too harsh on them.”

Logan Bennett nodded repeatedly, but whether he truly took this advice to heart, only heaven knows.

Taking a step forward, Logan Bennett suddenly gave Mr. Foster a deep bow and said, “Thank you, Mr. Foster, for your help.”

Mr. Foster was taken aback. He darted forward with a speed that showed not a trace of old age. With both hands, he supported Logan Bennett, who was instantly lifted up involuntarily.

“Oh my, Young Master Bennett, what are you trying to do? You'll really be the death of this old man.”

Logan Bennett said solemnly, “Mr. Foster, just now, only you truly cared for me and were willing to stand up for me. Though I am young, I am not someone who can't tell good from bad. I will remember your kindness.”

Mr. Foster's eyelids twitched a few times, feeling extremely puzzled.

After being beaten yesterday, Young Master Bennett seemed like a completely different person today. The once indecisive boy who couldn't make up his mind about anything had suddenly become so decisive and cheerful.

Could it be that getting a good beating really does change a person's character?

After paying his respects, Logan Bennett turned and went into the inner room, starting to prepare the meal on his own.

Although Elder Sister had always taken good care of him, because she often went out for training, Logan Bennett had actually picked up some decent cooking skills himself.

However, to his disappointment, even though he used all his skills to prepare a table full of delicious dishes, in the end, only he and Mr. Foster got to enjoy them.

Elder Sister Violet Bennett and Chad Sullivan, who had gone to the City Lord's Mansion for a banquet, did not return that night and were kept as guests by the City Lord.

With a trace of regret, Logan Bennett washed up and went to bed. That night, he tossed and turned, unable to sleep. And when he finally managed to fall asleep, all sorts of miscellaneous items from the stationery shop once again appeared in his mind. He tried to reach out and grab them, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get hold of anything.

But Logan Bennett had a stubborn streak—he gritted his teeth and gave it his all.

At last, his fingers barely touched something. Overjoyed, he lunged forward, but suddenly, a huge black hole appeared in front of him, scaring him so much that he cried out and woke up.

“Little brother, you had a nightmare.” A gentle voice sounded softly in his ear.

Logan Bennett opened his eyes wide and immediately saw a face both familiar and strange.

Violet Bennett squinted her eyes slightly, a mesmerizing smile on her stunningly beautiful face. In her hand, she held a handkerchief scented with a maiden's fragrance, gently wiping Logan Bennett's forehead. She softly said, “Little brother, don't be afraid. Elder Sister is back. No one will ever bully you again.”

Logan Bennett stared blankly at Violet Bennett. For some reason, he felt an indescribable surge of emotion in his heart. Clearly, it wasn't his own feeling, but his body responded in the most genuine way.

“Waa…” Logan Bennett suddenly cried out, burying himself in Violet Bennett's arms and sobbing loudly.

Violet Bennett gently patted his back, silently comforting him.

No one knew how much time passed before Logan Bennett finally stopped crying. He wiped his tear-streaked face and said awkwardly, “Elder Sister, I'm sorry, I got your clothes dirty.”

He felt deeply ashamed inside, not knowing what was wrong with this body, to have done something so lacking in self-control.