"Evelyn, you’ve come to pick up William Clark." The speaker was the caretaker aunt who looked after William Clark.

"Yes, thank you, Mrs. Grant." Evelyn Blake’s face finally softened a little when she saw the caretaker aunt.

Seeing Aunt Grant sigh softly, William Clark hurriedly handed her the book in his hand. "I’ve finished reading this book. Thank you, auntie."

Evelyn Blake looked a bit surprised as she watched William Clark hand the book to Mrs. Grant, feeling quite puzzled—how could this lunatic even know how to read? But in the next moment, she returned to normal. Every time this William Clark was brought back from the hospital, he would act normal for a week or two, then gradually revert to his old self.

William Clark knew that Evelyn Blake hated him deeply. Ever since they got married, he hadn’t seen her smile. He also vaguely knew that this William Clark had tried to rape Evelyn Blake several times right after they got married, but never succeeded. Moreover, William Clark would beat and curse Evelyn Blake because of this, but after his mental breakdown, he couldn’t overpower her anymore, and the last time, he was even severely beaten by Evelyn Blake.

Knowing how much Evelyn Blake hated him, William Clark didn’t want to cause trouble and just silently followed behind her. He thought to himself, no wonder—Evelyn Blake’s happiness had basically been ruined by his former self. It would be abnormal if she didn’t hate him.

Evelyn Blake hailed a taxi, and the two of them returned to Xianghu Villa without exchanging a single word. Xianghu Villa was a place where the wealthy lived. Although William Clark was a good-for-nothing, his mother had begged Edward Clark to buy him a small villa there. However, the property was under Edward Clark’s name, which meant William Clark was only living there temporarily. If Edward Clark wanted to take it back, William Clark would have nowhere to go.

William Clark silently followed Evelyn Blake into the villa. The yard was empty, with only some withered and dead plants and a pile of broken household items in one corner. The living room was quite spacious, but there was only an old, worn-out sofa and a 29-inch vintage TV.

William Clark thought that this shabby sofa and old TV were probably bought by Evelyn Blake later from a second-hand market. After returning, Evelyn Blake didn’t say a word and went straight upstairs. After the door slammed shut, there was no more sound.

William Clark gave a bitter smile. Although he wanted to turn on the TV to watch the news, his stomach was growling with hunger. He went to the kitchen to look for food. There was only an old refrigerator, and hardly a single intact bowl or plate—everything was chipped or cracked. William Clark shook his head, guessing this was all the work of his former self. It really was hard on Evelyn Blake.

He opened the fridge and found only half a raw white radish and some pickles. Without hesitation, he took out the radish and ate a few bites. He was still hungry, but it was better than before. He thought he’d just wait until tomorrow and eat more when Evelyn Blake made breakfast.

After finishing the radish, William Clark went to the bathroom to take a shower and then returned to his room. Evelyn Blake’s room was further inside, while his was on the second floor near the stairs. The room had nothing but a bed and a table. William Clark thought to himself, this is just too shabby. Isn’t this supposed to be a high-end neighborhood? Why is everything inside so rundown?

Too lazy to think more, he flopped onto the bed and fell asleep. Although he had a place to sleep in the mental hospital these past few days, it was never comfortable. Sure enough, this bed was much more comfortable.

He slept all the way until almost lunchtime the next day. William Clark stretched contentedly, thinking that coming to Earth wasn’t so bad. There was no pressure, at least he didn’t have to worry about magical beasts or foreign invaders all the time, and he could sleep soundly. All he needed to do was focus on his cultivation—this place really suited him.

After washing up, he went to the living room. It was completely empty—not even a drop of water, let alone food. William Clark panicked, thinking, if Evelyn Blake doesn’t make food for me, and I don’t have a single cent, where am I supposed to eat?

He rushed to Evelyn Blake’s bedroom door and knocked hard, but the door was tightly shut and there was no response. After thinking for a long time, William Clark finally remembered that Mrs. Grant had said Evelyn Blake had to go to work. It seemed she had already left.

Sighing, William Clark clutched his rumbling stomach, frowning as he tried to figure out what to do. This was even worse than staying in the mental hospital—at least there was food every meal.

Leaving Xianghu Villa, William Clark wondered where he could get something to eat. Xianghu Villa was not far from the center of Fenjiang City, still within the second ring road, and was considered a wealthy area. The residents here were all worth at least tens of millions—except for William Clark, of course.

But it still took nearly thirty minutes to walk from Xianghu Villa to the bustling Zhongshan Road. Near noon, Zhongshan Road in Chao’an District was lively with restaurants, snack shops, and even street vendors selling takeout. Seeing the snack shops packed with all kinds of diners, William Clark felt his mouth water—literally. He carefully swallowed his saliva, thinking hard about how to get something to eat.