At this moment, she finally understood the deeper meaning behind Uncle William's words just now—where did this kid learn all this? How could it be possible!

Chapter Four: An Incident

Early in the morning, Eric Bennett was having a sweet dream when he heard the door bang open, and in the next instant, Brian Carter's loud voice came through, "Eric Bennett, why are you still not up?"

Eric Bennett sighed, finally opened his eyes, and woke from his dream. He realized that he was no longer the master of the people, but a servant of the The Clark Family, and a servant's schedule was decided by the master.

It seemed that heaven was quite fond of him. In that era, being a servant was something he could only wish for, and now his wish had finally come true.

"Why get up so early?" Eric Bennett sat on the bed, frowned, and said, "Old Mr. Carter..."

"Call me Little Brian." Brian Carter immediately corrected him.

After these days of getting used to things, Eric Bennett had learned a bit about Brian Carter's habits. This kid looked old and weathered, but he especially liked to act young, even more particular about titles and age than women.

"Alright, Little Brian." Eric Bennett changed the way he addressed him. Seeing Brian Carter's beaming face, he smiled and said, "Aren't I still sick? Why don't you talk to them like before? Making me work now is really inhumane, isn't it?"

Heaven had given Eric Bennett the identity of a servant, but he was destined to use it as an excuse to slack off. These days, his injuries had mostly healed, but he always used this excuse to get by.

"Not today." Brian Carter leaned in and said, "Today, Mr. Parker is personally asking about you and wants you to go see him immediately."

"For what?" Eric Bennett was quite surprised.

"How should I know? Maybe he thinks you can't work anymore and is planning to kick you out? Then you'd be in trouble, with nowhere to retire." Brian Carter said pessimistically.

Eric Bennett was actually a bit delighted, secretly wondering if this kid had been traumatized by pension insurance, thinking about his old age at such a young age? Before he could ask further, he heard someone outside the room say, "Young Miss, as for Eric Bennett, he's very diligent and works quite efficiently..."

As the person spoke, a man shaped like a winter melon strolled in. When he saw Eric Bennett sitting on the bed, his eyes immediately grew even bigger than watermelons.

Eric Bennett's shirt wasn't buttoned yet, he had only half a shoe on, and he was looking over with a very un-diligent expression, speaking softly, "Brian Carter, who is this..."

"Mr. Parker... Eric Bennett isn't fully recovered yet. When he heard you were coming today, he forced himself to get up..." Brian Carter was sweating on his forehead, bowing and scraping as he came over, just about to explain for Eric Bennett, when he suddenly opened his mouth wide and looked past Mr. Parker in surprise, exclaiming, "Young Miss?"

Standing outside the door was a woman with a jade-like face, lightly biting her lips, turning her head to look aside—it was Young MissGrace Clark.

Grace Clark saw some maids in the distance pointing in this direction, and felt a bit annoyed. She shot them a sidelong glance, and those people hurried off to their own business, though they couldn't hide their astonishment.

All these years, although Young Miss had never been harsh to the The Clark Family servants, it was the first time she had personally come to the servants' quarters.

Mr. Parker was also quite embarrassed. For an outsider like him to become the steward of the The Clark Residence, there were certainly other reasons, but keen perception was definitely essential.

Yesterday, Eric Bennett was summoned by Young Miss and actually went into and came out of Mr. William Clark's pavilion. Although in Eric Bennett's mind, this was nothing special, in the eyes of those who paid attention, this was by no means an ordinary matter.

Of course, Mr. Parker knew Mr. William Clark's status in the The Clark Residence, and also knew that the vast estate of the The Clark Residence was mostly supported by Mr. William Clark. Recently, there was some bad news—Mr. William Clark's health was declining day by day.

If Mr. William Clark were gone, what would happen to the The Clark Residence?

Mr. Parker had already considered this issue. After seeing Eric Bennett enter the pavilion, he spent the whole night thinking about it. Since entering the The Clark Residence, this Eric Bennett had always been unremarkable, never drawing attention, so why did Mr. William Clark seek him out?

At dawn, Mr. Parker ran into Young Miss, and the first thing she asked was where Eric Bennett was. As soon as Mr. Parker heard this, he put down his work and immediately brought Young Miss over. In a brief conversation, Mr. Parker realized that Young Miss knew even less about Eric Bennett than he did, so he sensed there was something going on here, and didn't hesitate to say a few more words of praise for Eric Bennett at the door.

This kid might have a future!

Mr. Parker thought that unless this kid's head had been slammed by a door, he would surely come out to greet him or at least smile at him as the steward. Who would have thought this kid was so busy putting on his shoes that he forgot to greet them, and even looked at him with a dumb expression, making Mr. Parker frown deeply.

Why can't this kid get with the program?

"Eric Bennett." Mr. Parker coughed, "You worked hard last night. Hurry up and get dressed to meet Young Miss." Turning to look at Grace Clark, Mr. Parker smiled and said, "Still don't know what Young Miss wants with Eric Bennett?"

Grace Clark frowned and said, "Today I'm going to the pawnshop to check on something and need someone to help carry a few things. Steward, do you have other tasks for him?"

There are so many servants in the The Clark Residence—why would Young Miss choose Eric Bennett?

Mr. Parker pondered this, smiled, and said, "Young Miss, you're too polite. Is one Eric Bennett enough?" He turned to look and saw Eric Bennett slowly walking out and quietly standing to the side, frowning to himself.

Why does this Eric Bennett act even more high and mighty than the master?

"Aren't you going to greet Young Miss?" Mr. Parker coughed.