William Clark directly found a quiet place and began cultivating his own star source. After eating so many Mingyan fruits this afternoon, he didn’t want to waste them. This body was indeed very weak, but William Clark would not give up. The spiritual energy inside the Mingyan fruit was far greater than the thin spiritual energy outside, and it was also much easier to absorb.

　　As time passed, the thin star source within William Clark’s body gradually began to solidify. Although, due to his physical condition, William Clark had only absorbed about twenty to thirty percent of the Mingyan fruit he ate at noon, he was already quite satisfied. His own star source was gradually solidifying; as long as he used this thin star source within his body to form a nebula, and then condensed it into a star soul, the first star would not be far off.

　　One cycle, two cycles... the afternoon passed quickly.

　　By the time William Clark stood up, it was already time for dinner. He wasn’t particularly hungry, since the nutrition from the Mingyan fruit was truly unmatched by anything else—a full meal could last him at least a whole day. Seeing that it was already getting dark, William Clark headed straight for Xianghu Villa, since he still needed to sleep there at night.

　　As for what to eat tomorrow, he’d think about it then. William Clark didn’t even consider going to find his own mother, since he was no longer the original William Clark.

　　When Evelyn Blake came back, she indeed didn’t see William Clark, and her heart skipped a beat, realizing her suspicion had become reality. Where could she find him so late? Calling his family—whether they would answer her call was another matter. Go look for him herself? Trying to find someone in such a big city like Fenjiang at this hour was hardly any easier than looking for a needle in a haystack.

　　Suddenly, she wondered when she had started worrying about this brain-damaged, spoiled troublemaker. Was she afraid of being held responsible? Or did she just feel sorry for him after seeing him eating Xie fruit outside at noon? Spending a night outside shouldn’t be a big problem—there were so many homeless people out there, and it’s not like many of them died every day.

　　Just as she was lost in thought, she looked up and saw William Clark strolling in slowly. For some reason, she actually felt a sense of relief.

　　Seeing Evelyn Blake sitting on the old sofa in the hall as if waiting for him, William Clark was startled, thinking, “Is there going to be more torment for me? I don’t think I offended her today.” But she never really spoke to him anyway; as long as he didn’t start a conversation and give her an excuse, there shouldn’t be a problem.

　　William Clark knew that, in her eyes, he was just a mentally challenged, scrawny ant—she could crush him however she liked. Although he wasn’t sure if she was looking for trouble this time, in the original William Clark’s memories, Evelyn Blake had beaten him up several times. Although it was because William Clark had raped her, the last time seemed to have left a deep impression on this body—he was beaten so badly he almost went into convulsions.

　　William Clark still hadn’t formed his nebula yet. Once the nebula was formed, the old memories would no longer affect him, and he would be fully integrated. But for now, he absolutely couldn’t let her beat him—his star source had just solidified, and if it was scattered, it would be a hundred times harder to condense it again. If he hadn’t solidified his star source yet, getting beaten wouldn’t have mattered.

　　With a fawning smile but not daring to look at Evelyn Blake, he carefully skirted around the sofa at a distance, lowered his head, and hurried upstairs to his own room.

　　Evelyn Blake had originally wanted to wait for William Clark to ask her for food, but seeing him quickly run out of her sight and upstairs, she gave up.

　　With a “bang,” the sound of the door closing hit Evelyn Blake like a heavy iron hammer, almost making her jump up. Coming back to her senses, she realized it was just her imagination.

　　Thinking of William Clark’s fearful, downcast eyes and his ingratiating smile just now, Evelyn Blake suddenly felt a bit of heartache. A few years ago, he, Fifth Young Master Clark, was so high-spirited—bullying the weak, committing all sorts of evil, running rampant in Fenjiang. But now, he was as cautious as a withered lotus swaying in the wind and rain.

　　What should she do? Should she call him down to eat? No, what if he misunderstood her intentions? Since he wasn’t quite right in the head, she might as well cook something to lure him down. She had already bought some groceries and two boxed meals after work.

　　Since she was going to cook, she put the boxed meals in the fridge. When Evelyn Blake opened the fridge, she noticed that the small piece of white radish she had bought was missing. She had bought it a week ago when she had a cough, planning to stew it with pears for soup. She had planned to throw out the leftover piece today, but now it was gone. Thinking about it, she immediately understood—it must have been eaten by William Clark.

　　She sighed, thinking, “Is this retribution?” But his older brothers had done far worse things than him—each of them had several lives on their hands, maybe even more, and she hadn’t seen any retribution for them. As for William Clark, although he indulged in eating, drinking, whoring, and gambling, often bullied the weak, and even harassed women, at least he hadn’t killed anyone—at least as far as she knew. But then again, she wasn’t sure if he had or not.