In those early days, he thought about roaming freely in this world, spending his nights outside, and making friends with all sorts of disreputable companions.

The “Samuel Clark” that his little sister mentioned was one of them.

In his previous life, Charles Bennett was straightforward and direct, without any cunning schemes. He always thought that since everyone was friends, they should be open and honest with each other. He never imagined that these other second-generation heirs were so scheming—acting like brothers on the surface, but stabbing you in the back when you weren’t looking.

These guys used his name to cause trouble everywhere. They even went so far as to commit crimes in broad daylight, forcibly taking women.

Other things might have been overlooked, but “forcibly taking women” was simply too much. Even his father, who was always leading troops outside and rarely disciplined him, couldn’t stand it anymore. When he found out, he flew into a rage and rushed home from his post that very night.

As a result, Charles Bennett was put under house arrest for seven days.

After this incident, his father was completely disappointed in him. Even though he had been rebellious and out of line for a long time after his transmigration, he had never sunk to this level.

But forcibly taking women...

That had already crossed his father’s bottom line. From then on, his father completely gave up on him and stopped caring.

It was only much later that Charles Bennett learned the truth. He had been set up by Samuel Clark and those bastards, who used his name to frame him. Charles Bennett was extremely frustrated.

But there was no way to explain it. If he hadn’t misjudged people, how could he have been set up? Given his father’s and mother’s feelings at that moment, no matter what he said, they probably wouldn’t have listened.

What could a good-for-nothing playboy possibly do or say that was worth taking seriously?

Thinking of this, Charles Bennett felt a deep bitterness in his heart. The bitter fruit he had sown, he would have to swallow himself!

“No matter what, I can’t keep being such a scoundrel. No matter what, I must change the impression I have in my father’s eyes.”

Charles Bennett knew very well that if he wanted to change his parents’ opinion of him, this family dinner was his last chance. No matter what, he had to make them understand that he was no longer the person he used to be.

He had to slowly win back their trust in him as their son.

Charles Bennett took a deep breath, already knowing what he needed to do.

“Young master!”

The lion-headed main gate was tightly shut. When the two strong, well-built guards at the entrance saw Charles Bennett approaching, they immediately bowed deeply in greeting.

These two men were broad-shouldered and muscular, standing there like iron statues guarding the door—clearly seasoned soldiers from the battlefield.

“Thank you for your hard work.”

Charles Bennett paused beside them and spoke sincerely.

He recognized these two guards—they had been chosen by his father, William Bennett, from the military camp to stay at the residence.

As the saying goes, distance tests a horse’s strength, and time reveals a person’s heart. In his previous life, Charles Bennett had never cared about the names of these guards. It wasn’t until disaster struck the family and all the other guards and servants scattered that only these two, along with a few others, stayed by his side, never abandoning him.

When the great chaos finally came, these two guards died in it like thousands of others, remaining loyal to the very end.

It was only then that Charles Bennett truly remembered their names—one was Henry Sullivan, the other Logan Grant, the most loyal guards in the household.

“Young master?”

The two guards stared at Charles Bennett in great surprise. In the past, this young master had always been arrogant and unruly, never speaking to them at all.

This was the first time he had ever greeted them!

Both of them saw the astonishment in each other’s eyes!

Charles Bennett knew what they were thinking. He smiled but didn’t explain. A reputation built over years couldn’t be changed overnight; his past image was too poor, and it would be hard to change it all at once.

But taking the first step would lead to the second. Sooner or later, they would realize he had truly changed.

Placing both hands on the lion-head door rings, Charles Bennett gave a strong push and walked inside. The creaking of the door echoed loudly in the main hall.

“Smells delicious!”

As Charles Bennett entered, before he could even see clearly, a rich, mouthwatering aroma of food hit his nose. In the huge house, a large table that could seat more than a dozen people was set up, covered with over twenty sumptuous dishes.

“It’s been so long since I’ve had such a lavish meal.”

Enticed by the aroma, Charles Bennett felt his stomach growl. Thinking back, after seven days of confinement, his meals had been very bland—nothing like this feast.

However, despite the abundance of food, the atmosphere in the main hall was off.

Charles Bennett was slightly startled. He looked up and immediately saw his father and mother sitting beside the long table, their faces dark and expressionless, neither of them looking at him.

Though the table was filled with delicious food, neither of them had touched a thing. Only his little sister, the big eater, was hunched over the table, one hand holding chopsticks, the other holding a bowl, eating furiously. All that could be seen were her two pigtails bouncing above the table—her braids were visible, but not her face.

The youngest daughter of the Wang family had two great loves in life: eating and playing.