Along the way, the girl's stunning beauty made many of the The Thompson Family disciples unable to resist glancing at her, all speculating about who she was and what her relationship with William Grant might be.

Chapter 8 The Girl 'Emily'

After William Grant brought the girl home, he went to see his mother, Grace Thompson.

When Grace Thompson saw her son bring home a girl, she was a bit surprised. Although the girl's clothes were simple and plain, they could not hide her natural beauty. With just one look, she felt a fondness for this beautiful girl.

"This is my mother."

William Grant said to the girl.

"Emily greets Madam."

The girl seemed a bit shy upon meeting Grace Thompson.

Her beautiful face was flushed, making her look especially adorable.

"Tian'er, what's going on?"

Grace Thompson looked at William Grant with a half-smile.

She hadn't expected her son to bring back such a beautiful girl after just one trip out.

"Mother, it's like this..."

William Grant told Grace Thompson everything about how he met the girl 'Emily', leaving nothing out.

He even included the part about teaching the young master of the The Foster Family a lesson, without any concealment.

"That John Foster is notorious in Qingfeng Town. If you hit him, so be it. Even if the The Foster Family comes looking for trouble, we have reason on our side."

Grace Thompson nodded.

Her gentle, motherly gaze slowly fell upon the girl.

"Emily, since you have no family now, just stay here. As it happens, the maid in my courtyard went back to her hometown to get married yesterday, so you can stay in her old room."

Grace Thompson looked at the girl with affection.

"Thank you, Madam."

Emily quickly expressed her thanks, her flushed face showing a hint of excitement.

"Come, I'll take you to change your clothes."

Grace Thompson took the girl's hand and led her into the bedroom.

Only William Grant was left standing there, dumbfounded.

When the girl came out with Grace Thompson again, she had changed into fresh, beautiful clothes, and Grace Thompson had also helped her dress up a bit.

The girl's long, jet-black hair was now tied up, her delicate face as pure as a lotus emerging from water, with a charming blush, lively and radiant.

Her willow-shaped eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, jade-like nose, and red lips all matched perfectly, flawless in every way.

Her slightly full chest was like a budding flower, ready to bloom at any moment.

Her slender waist, round and perky hips, and long, beautiful legs made her look tall and graceful, truly delightful.

"She really lives up to her name—such a lovely and charming girl."

Grace Thompson stood to the side, looking at the girl, not holding back her words of praise.

"Emily, these clothes were mine when I was young. From now on, they're yours. See, I only dressed you up a little, and someone is already staring at you, as if he wants to eat you up."

Glancing at the entranced William Grant, Grace Thompson teased.

Her mother's words made William Grant smile awkwardly and withdraw his gaze from the girl.

The girl's slightly made-up appearance had indeed captivated him.

In his previous life as the king of mercenaries, he was never short of women around him. Those women were beautiful, but they lacked a certain pure and refined aura. In this regard, they simply couldn't compare to Emily.

"Madam, I'm just a maid. It's not appropriate for me to wear such clothes."

Grace Thompson's words made the girl's beautiful face turn even redder, almost dripping blood, overwhelmed by the favor.

"Who said you're a maid? Even if I wanted you to be a maid, I'm afraid someone wouldn't agree."

Grace Thompson laughed.

William Grant was speechless.

From start to finish, he hadn't said a word, yet he still got caught in the crossfire.

Hearing Grace Thompson's words, the girl's face turned even redder.

Although neither Grace Thompson nor William Grant treated Emily as a maid, the sensible Emily still took on all the household chores.

In her words, since the young master and madam had kindly taken her in, if she didn't do something in return, she wouldn't feel at ease.

The kind and sensible Emily quickly gained the approval of both Grace Thompson and William Grant, becoming part of this small family.

The Foster Family residence.

In a courtyard of moderate size.

A middle-aged man paced back and forth anxiously, occasionally glancing at the bedroom not far away.

Suddenly, the bedroom door opened, and an old man walked out.

"Master Sun, how is my son?"

The middle-aged man hurried over.

"Butler Foster, the person who struck was extremely ruthless, almost completely shattering your son's spine. After taking a grade-nine Golden Wound Pill, there has been no sign of recovery. I am powerless to help. Please accept my condolences."

The old man shook his head and sighed.

"What?!"

The middle-aged man's face changed dramatically.

Even the grade-nine alchemist they had spent a fortune to hire was powerless. Didn't that mean his son was completely crippled and would spend the rest of his life bedridden?

"Robert Foster!"

At that moment, a dignified middle-aged man strode in from outside and handed the The Foster Family steward 'Robert Foster' an exquisite box:

"This is a grade-eight Golden Wound Pill. Quickly give it to your son."

"Master!"

Robert Foster was stunned.

Although he had thought about asking the master for a grade-eight Golden Wound Pill,

he knew that it was the only grade-eight Golden Wound Pill the The Foster Family possessed, so he dismissed the idea, not believing that, as the The Foster Family steward, he could get it.