CHAPTER 177: CHAPTER 177: ALL LISTEN TO YOU

Zam is usually calm and gentle, so why does he look so flustered today?

This made her even more certain that something must have happened to William Foster.

She looked at Zam, with a firm gaze, and directly asked, "Zam, where’s William?"

Zam quickly replied, "Young Madam, please wait a moment, Mr. William Foster is in the study listening to stories right now. I’ll let him know you’re here, and he’ll be very happy."

His hands trembled slightly as if eager to divert Clara Bennett’s attention.

"No need, I’ll find him myself."

Clara Bennett said decisively, turning around to head toward the stairs.

After speaking, she walked upstairs, her steps hurried, with a hint of displeasure on her face.

But at the stairs, she was stopped by Zam, and Clara Bennett paused, with a flash of surprise and dissatisfaction in her eyes.

Clara Bennett squinted slightly, speaking with a hint of dissatisfaction, "Zam, what do you mean by this? Don’t be so secretive, okay? What exactly happened, explain clearly. If you don’t say, I’ll go upstairs and ask William Foster myself."

At that moment, Clara Bennett truly felt extremely angry.

She hurried back home to give William Foster a surprise.

As a result, she didn’t see anyone, and there seemed to be trouble at home, yet no one informed her, leaving her feeling very frustrated.

Zam looked at the angry Young Madam in front of him and finally smiled helplessly. After signaling the servants around to leave, he explained, "Young Madam, you might not know since you’ve been away. The new Foster family office building has just opened in Ocean City. Mr. William Foster’s three uncles usually handle company affairs; they’ve been extremely busy with the opening, inevitably feeling a bit impatient."

Clara Bennett clenched her fist, suddenly realizing, "So that’s it, they took it out on William Foster."

She sneered coldly in her heart, daring to vent emotions on her husband, how bold of them!

It seems the previous warning wasn’t strong enough.

Zam replied, "Actually, it’s not like that. Mr. William Foster’s three uncles just found a folk remedy, wanting Mr. Foster to try it, hoping to improve his health and help them jointly promote family development."

Clara Bennett listened coldly, completely disbelieving this excuse, asking, "What exactly is the folk remedy? Is it related to the ice blocks mentioned earlier?"

Zam seemed to realize she might have overheard the servants’ conversation and said without concealment, "Using ice packs on the feet for two hours every night."

Clara Bennett immediately responded, "I don’t believe it!"

Her voice was full of distrust and even a hint of anger.

Swallowing down a bellyful of anger, she gritted her teeth and said, "So William Foster is soaking his feet in the bedroom?"

Her eyes were filled with suspicion, and her tone carried a hint of questioning.

Zam replied, "That’s right."

His words were simple but sounded extraordinarily firm.

"Isn’t he just torturing himself!"

With that, Clara Bennett hurriedly headed upstairs.

Her steps were hurried, her face written with dissatisfaction and anxiety.

Zam watched her eager look, thinking to himself that young people truly know how to play.

Such acts to appear pitiful and garner sympathy, people of their generation simply couldn’t perform.

In their eyes, a man should always be strong, not like this.

Zam shook his head, feeling somewhat wistful inside.

"Had I known all these things earlier, maybe I would have had a happy family by now."

Zam said reminiscingly.

His voice carried a hint of regret and nostalgia.

After going upstairs, Clara Bennett suddenly pushed open the bedroom door.

Her movement was decisive, almost with a touch of brute force.

At the moment the door opened, William Foster seemed startled and looked blankly at the door.

His expression appeared confused, as if not yet fully awake from some state.

Though he knew who had come, he pretended not to know, frowning, asking, "Who is it? So impolite."

William Foster’s expression was stern, seemingly intentionally showing a strict face.

Clara Bennett couldn’t hold back, "It’s me!"

She almost shouted, obviously on the verge of exploding.

William Foster was stunned, opening his unseeing eyes wide, saying unbelievably, "Little wife? Is it really you? Why did you come back so suddenly?"

His voice was full of surprise and also a hint of uncontrollable joy.

"It’s good I came back, otherwise, who knows what foolish thing you might still do!"

Clara Bennett said as she walked up to him in a few steps.

Her tone was full of reproach but also mixed with some concern.

She saw his feet red, in a basin of half-melted ice water.

Seeing this scene, Clara Bennett was absolutely furious.

A wave of indescribable anger surged in her heart.

She quickly lifted William Foster’s legs, firmly pushing the basin away.

"Don’t soak anymore!"

Her actions were swift, her words full of resolution.

William Foster was somewhat flustered, "Little wife, I was just following instructions to continue soaking... It’s not time yet."

His words seemed somewhat incoherent, as if trying to explain something.

"Forget about those two hours, you can’t soak for even a second more now!"

Clara Bennett firmly opposed.

Her gaze fixed tightly on William Foster, not allowing any dispute.

William Foster gently pursed his lips, and a hint of embarrassment flashed in his eyes, "But my uncles told me I must soak the full time..."

Clara Bennett interrupted him, her eyes carrying an undeniable firmness, "Whose advice do you follow, mine or theirs?"

William Foster immediately stated, "Of course, I listen to you. Your opinion matters the most."

"If you listen to me, then you’re not allowed to soak anymore. Just stay here!"

Clara Bennett commanded, then swiftly turned to fetch a soft towel from the side, carefully wrapping it around his feet, and held his feet firmly with her warm hands, trying to warm them up with her body heat.

Feeling her thoughtful care, William Foster couldn’t help but feel a surge of emotion and warmth in his heart, along with an intensifying wave of fondness for her, making this care feel incredibly precious.

Clara Bennett seemed unaware of the subtle changes in his emotions, still looking at him with deep concern and complaining, "Fool, do you believe whatever others say? Do you really think doing this benefits you practically?"

William Foster sighed, softly and with a hint of helplessness, "This is just their way to test if I still obey instructions. In reality, I know this practice is absurd and unreasonable. But out of a survival instinct, I felt being a bit compliant might let me avoid some hardships."

Upon hearing this, her originally tough attitude softened considerably. Clara Bennett gently asked, "Given this, why didn’t you discuss it with me first? Maybe we could have found a way to solve the problem together."

Facing her caring eyes and warm words, William Foster felt an indescribable warmth and gratitude surge within him, almost instinctively wanting to reach out and gently stroke her silky hair to express his thankfulness.