Arranged by a feng shui master, the seventy-two luxury villas each occupy their own auspicious spot, and there is also an unwritten special rule here: without the unanimous consent of all the residents, no matter how rich you are, you simply cannot move in.

This rule alone eliminates the possibility of a mixed crowd.

After passing the security check at the entrance, three Mercedes-Benz cars drove straight to Villa No. 69 in Bauhinia Villas.

A beautiful middle-aged woman hurried out of the villa to greet the young man stepping out of the car.

“Will Foster, you’re finally back. Aunt Carter, go run some hot water in the bathtub, throw in some pomelo leaves, let Will Foster take a bath to wash away the bad luck, and then bring up a bowl of pork trotter noodles.” She had been watching outside through the villa’s floor-to-ceiling windows for a long time, and finally saw the Mercedes bringing her son back from the detention center.

The housekeeper Aunt Carter quickly responded and went to make arrangements.

Leaving the business of Dongling Automobile Company behind, Charles Foster returned home and saw mother and son walk in. He heavily put down his newspaper and snorted coldly: “A doting mother spoils the child. Anna Carter, you can’t let Will Foster mess around anymore. If this keeps happening, one day we won’t be able to cover it up. Next month, send him to Canada. He’s not coming back unless he stays there for at least two years.”

William Foster’s father, Charles Foster, had received the news in advance. The Seventh People’s Hospital had issued a diagnosis of mental illness, which finally allowed him to breathe a sigh of relief.

This meant his son could finally use the guise of mental illness to escape legal punishment; all that was left was to pay some compensation.

“Mr. Gray, thank you for your hard work!”

Charles Foster nodded to the bodyguard captain who had escorted his son back from the hospital.

It was the lawyer’s idea to have William Foster feign mental illness, but the actual arrangements still required the help of these bodyguards.

Robert Gray showed no arrogance or pride, and respectfully said, “Young Master William behaved very well. We didn’t do much.”

“This kid, he still has some tricks up his sleeve at critical moments.” William Foster’s mother, Anna Carter, beamed at her son with a doting look and said, “A mentally ill person can’t be held responsible for murder. We finally dodged a bullet.”

Polio and epidemic meningitis patients and other neurological patients were all innocently dragged into this!

After getting out of the car, William Foster still looked blank, letting his mother Anna Carter pull him along.

Seeing his son still pretending to be dumb, Charles Foster frowned, put on a stern face, and barked, “You’re home now, what are you still pretending for? Who are you putting on this act for? I threw away my old dignity to save your life, letting people trample all over it.”

Although some people once arrogantly claimed that the law was made to be trampled on,

Those who said such things were soon taught a lesson.

To exploit a loophole in the law, the The Foster Family paid a huge price, barely managing to secure this psychological evaluation opportunity.

But William Foster’s nonchalant attitude made his father Charles Foster furious.

“Will Foster, apologize to your dad. Behave yourself from now on, understand?”

Anna Carter patted her son’s back.

William Foster just glanced indifferently at Charles Foster, showing no reaction at all.

“What? Still unrepentant?”

Charles Foster glared, dissatisfied with his son’s rebelliousness, and was about to scold him harshly.

The bodyguard captain Robert Gray’s expression changed, as if he had noticed something, and he walked up to William Foster.

“Young Master William! Young Master William!”

On the way back from the Seventh People’s Hospital to Bauhinia Villas in West City, Robert Gray had already sensed that something was off with William Foster. He had been silent like a wooden puppet the whole time.

At first, he thought the young master was just deep and not giving anything away, but now that they were home and he was still like this, it was starting to seem suspicious.

Robert Gray called out a dozen times, but William Foster remained unresponsive, not even opening his mouth. Not only him, but even William Foster’s parents, Charles Foster and Anna Carter, noticed something was wrong.

“Will Foster, say something! What’s wrong with you?”

Anna Carter was getting anxious. She would rather her son talk back and argue than see him so lost and soulless.

Suddenly, William Foster shuddered violently and started screaming in terror.

“Snake! Such a huge green snake! Help, help!”

In his eyes, he could see huge green scales in every corner, and that terrifying big snake was hiding right beside him.

William Foster stumbled and was tripped by a chair, falling flat on his face, but he seemed to feel no pain, still struggling and scrambling toward the villa’s front door.

“Stop him!”

Charles Foster finally couldn’t take it anymore. The bodyguards rushed forward and stopped the screaming Young Master Foster.

“Doctor, get a doctor, quick.”

After being stunned for a moment, Anna Carter finally came to her senses.

Half an hour later, William Foster, tightly wrapped in bedsheets, was writhing and howling on the bed like a maggot.

After a preliminary diagnosis, the urgently summoned community doctor shook his head and said, “Mr. Foster has suffered severe psychological trauma. I’m afraid he’ll need long-term treatment.”

The community doctors stationed in shifts at Bauhinia Villas in West City all came from top provincial hospitals, and their words carried authority. Although not specialized psychiatrists, anyone could see that William Foster’s current state was abnormal.

“Will Foster, how did it come to this?”