After all, as the CEO in charge of the The Foster Family family’s assets worth billions, Charles Foster was not affected by his wife’s hysteria.

“There’s an old psychiatrist at the Provincial Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine named Peter Reed, who is also skilled in hypnosis. We can invite him to take a look.”

There are always a few acquaintances among peers, and Dr. Walker thought of a suitable candidate.

The entire audio was the original file, with no editing or modification, yet nothing unusual could be heard. The son, Foster, seemed to have had a sudden episode, which made Charles Foster fall into deep thought.

When her husband Charles Foster arranged for the head of security, Robert Gray, to fetch the psychiatric expert from the provincial hospital overnight, William Foster’s mother, Anna Carter, pulled the housekeeper Aunt Carter into a corner.

“Aunt Carter, arrange for someone to simultaneously report online and to the newspaper that the doctor who did the evaluation for Will Foster accepted bribes. At the same time, find his bank account and transfer one million into it.”

Having worked for the The Foster Family for fifteen years, Aunt Carter was considered one of the trusted confidants of both Charles Foster and Anna Carter. The couple rarely kept things from her, and sometimes matters that were inconvenient for them to handle personally would be entrusted to this loyal and reliable housekeeper.

“Madam, isn’t this a bit much?”

Aunt Carter was slightly surprised. This wasn’t just venting anger and framing someone—it was burning bridges. If word got out, who would dare work for the The Foster Family in the future?

“Just do as I say. See if you know any thugs, have them rough up that doctor a bit—collect some interest first. And don’t tell Charles, arrange it quietly.”

Anna Carter gnashed her teeth, her face full of hatred. With no one else to vent her anger on, she could only take it out on the young doctor.

“Yes!”

Aunt Carter hesitated for a moment, then immediately arranged for people to handle these shady dealings.

From the moment capital was born, it was never clean. The The Foster Family’s current strength was certainly not built on honest, legal business.

Some things that couldn’t see the light of day were usually handled by professionals, and from start to finish, they had nothing to do with the The Foster Family family, who were so enthusiastic about charity and public welfare.

A few phone calls, a few cash transactions—what could that possibly prove?

……

Completely unaware of all these swirling undercurrents, Dr. Abraham Lincoln had just returned home, and the first thing he did was eagerly tear open two packs of braised beef instant noodles.

Light the stove, boil water.

Add eggs, add sausage.

Two tender green vegetables.

The soup boiled, the noodles softened.

The fire of human life.

He rolled up a chopstick-full of noodles and chicken leg, took a big bite, and finally let out a satisfied moan.

This was true earthly delicacy!

To live in this world is for that one bite of instant noodles.

“Hiss! Hiss! I want some too, young master, I want some too!”

The demoness Sophie had never seen anything like this and immediately became restless.

Her slender, chopstick-like mini-dragon body slipped off Abraham Lincoln’s arm, wriggling as she tried to transform.

However, after a few flashes of green light around her, she still failed to take human form.

“This isn’t the original world. The rules of heaven and earth have changed. Just give up!”

Abraham Lincoln drank the noodle soup with a look of pure enjoyment, ignoring the demoness’s frustration.

The special spice blend brought out the flavor of every ingredient to the fullest—bold and straightforward, full of the robust character of the industrial age, with not a trace of lingering sentimentality or any hint of a craftsman’s meticulous touch.

For Abraham Lincoln, this was the best gift to welcome himself home.

“Huh? Young master, where is this place?”

Other than the young master, everything around her was utterly unfamiliar, catching the green dragon demoness off guard.

“This is Earth. There’s no demon realm, no Great Wu Dynasty. It’s a completely unfamiliar world to you, but to me, this is home.”

Abraham Lincoln happily dug into his noodles, having added two eggs for himself—this was exactly the taste he wanted.

Though small, just one bedroom, one living room, and one bathroom, only forty square meters, it was his shelter in this world.

“Home? Young master’s home?”

The demoness Sophie couldn’t spare a glance at the instant noodles in Abraham Lincoln’s bowl. She jumped around the room, finding everything novel.

She accidentally bumped into the remote control, and the TV hanging on the wall suddenly lit up, startling the green dragon demoness so much that she tumbled into the soft sofa, staring blankly at the screen as images and sounds appeared.

The fluffy, soft cushion was perfect for curling up on, and the demoness had unwittingly found the right way to enjoy it.

A bowl of instant noodles filled his stomach, leaving the returning Abraham Lincoln deeply satisfied. But at last, his conscience kicked in, and he cooked a bowl for the demoness as well.

Just as he finished washing the bowls, his phone rang. Abraham Lincoln glanced at the screen, quickly tossed aside the dishcloth, and answered the call.