"David Brooks? What's the use of being talented? You might as well be called Daniel Brooks..." He spoke utter nonsense with a straight face. Seeing David Brooks's face turn green from his words, he curiously asked, "And also, what exactly is an uncle?"

The two maidservants finally couldn't hold it in any longer and burst out laughing together. But after laughing, they saw Chad Sullivan beckon to them with his finger, so they hurriedly stood up awkwardly, wiped their wet hands on their aprons, and rushed over. But as soon as they reached Chad Sullivan, they heard a question that left them dumbfounded.

"I only know I have a grandfather, uncles, aunts, older brothers, older sisters, younger sisters, nephews, and nieces. What is an uncle?"

Everyone in the Yue household knew that the Fourth Master’s whereabouts were unknown—no one even knew if he was alive or dead—so naturally, there was no so-called Fourth Madam. The young lady the old master had chosen back then had long since married someone else. Since there was no nominal foster mother, how could Chad Sullivan have an uncle?

The two maidservants exchanged a glance. Seeing Chad Sullivan wink at them, one of them immediately caught on and smiled, "Ninth Young Master is right, you really don't have an uncle."

Chad Sullivan was very satisfied with the maidservant's answer and naturally moved closer to her, but then blinked in confusion at David Brooks: "Since I don't have an uncle, then who is he?"

David Brooks hadn't expected to be put in such a spot by a child, and his face looked terrible. After a long while, he stammered, "Ninth Young Master, I am your biological mother's elder brother, so I really am your uncle. My poor sister brought her child to the capital to seek me out, but who could have known she would fall ill on the way..."

"What did your sister look like? Was she tall or short, fat or thin? What kind of clothes did she usually like to wear, what jewelry did she like? Were her eyes big or small, did she have willow-leaf eyebrows or crescent-moon eyebrows, phoenix eyes or double eyelids?"

As this string of questions landed, the two maidservants were completely stunned, and poor David Brooks's face turned from blue to white, frozen for a long time before he stammered, "My sister was beautiful, of medium build, neither fat nor thin, with willow-leaf eyebrows..."

"That's enough." Chad Sullivan suddenly interrupted David Brooks, then looked at this middle-aged man claiming kinship with a sympathetic gaze and suddenly broke into a smile. "Grandfather told me that the woman who might have been my mother had a four-foot waist, was big and burly, had silkworm-like eyebrows, a round face, and was very tall... So, uncle, you've got the wrong person."

Faced with Chad Sullivan's utterly sincere face, David Brooks's face instantly turned ashen. The next moment, he couldn't be bothered to talk anymore. He took a deep breath and suddenly lunged at Chad Sullivan.

He thought for sure he would catch him easily, but Chad Sullivan darted behind one of the maidservants. His reaction was quick as well, sliding forward to continue chasing Chad Sullivan. He had assumed that, given the Ninth Young Master's awkward status in the household, the two maidservants would at most put on a show, but to his surprise, they immediately rolled up their sleeves and closed in on him.

One of the burly maidservants lunged forward and unexpectedly pressed down on his shoulder, then suddenly tripped him with her foot. The other, a short but fierce maidservant, charged straight into his chest.

Hit by this double attack, he was caught off guard and fell flat on his back, with the two maidservants pinning him down tightly, and the three of them rolled into a heap on the ground.

The next moment, David Brooks heard a clear, sharp voice: "Robber! Catch the robber!"

Catch... the robber?

David Brooks saw Chad Sullivan dart like a nimble little rabbit through the small door leading to the inner courtyard, and right after, the cry of "catch the robber" pierced the sky.

He was stunned for a moment, then his face changed dramatically as he tried to get up. But the two maidservants pinning him down were simply too sturdy. He pushed hard twice but couldn't move them at all, and could only watch helplessly as seven or eight strong maidservants armed with sticks rushed out. In an instant, a rain of sticks came crashing down on him.

In the next courtyard, separated by only a wall, Chad Sullivan was holding onto the corner of a burly maidservant's clothes, his expression calm and unruffled.

But when the imposing maidservant who was giving orders looked down at him, he immediately flashed a cute smile: "Mrs. Cooper, you're amazing."

"Ninth Young Master, your mouth is what's really amazing."

Mrs. Cooper felt both a headache and helplessness. Ever since the old master accidentally let slip Chad Sullivan's identity, most of the servants, whether because of their own masters or out of envy, kept their distance from him. But for the laundry women like her, no matter which master it was, they all felt too far removed from their daily lives.

Chad Sullivan used to wander over here often, chatting with them about household matters with great interest, sometimes bringing good tea and snacks, and even sharing scraps of silk. After all, when you take someone's things, you can't refuse to help them; otherwise, would those two maidservants outside have fought so hard for him?

Even she, the head of the laundry women, after being called Mrs. Cooper so affectionately by Chad Sullivan, couldn't just stand by when the little fellow shouted "catch the robber" so loudly.

"Ninth Young Master, I don't mean to meddle, but after this commotion, others will start talking about your background again."