Chapter 1718: Where the Gaze Falls, There Shall Be Everlasting: Scheming

Joseph Lancaster was discharged from the hospital that day. His health wasn’t really an issue; as the doctors confirmed, it was a case of being overwhelmed by stress. Coupled with his mother’s constant nagging at the time, he fainted in a state of irritation.

On the way back, the three people in the car had their own thoughts.

It was evident that Violet Zimmerman was uncomfortable, so Joseph sat in the front passenger seat, leaving the entire back seat to her, occasionally checking her reaction through the rearview mirror.

Still, Violet wasn’t much more comfortable. Most of the belt marks were on her buttocks and the root of her legs. Even holding onto the handle above the car door to share some of the weight, the newly scabbed wounds were painfully sore.

The road from the hospital to the Lancaster Family residence was all asphalt, occasionally with potholes. Perhaps Daxton was eager to return to the company, driving fast and not avoiding roads. Every bump caused Violet to grit her teeth.

She knew better than anyone else—this man did it on purpose, knowing that her injury wasn’t fully healed, deliberately picking bumpy roads.

Even though Violet tried hard to restrain herself from making any noise, each of her frowns and sharp breaths was seen by Joseph through the rearview mirror. His phoenix eyes could not hide the distress.

Suddenly, he coughed with a fist against his lips, and after coughing, said to the man beside him, “Brother, could you drive a bit slower? Every time the car bumps, it makes me want to cough.”

Daxton glanced into the back cabin through the rearview mirror, his lips curling into a barely noticeable smile. How could he not understand his brother’s thoughts? But some matters are better left unsaid. He agreed good-naturedly, “Okay,” and then slowed down the car.

In the back seat, Violet let out a small breath, looked at the street outside the car window, her embroidered brows furrowed. Her mood didn’t improve because of her uncle’s kindness, as Daxton’s words kept echoing in her ears, “I’ll settle accounts with you when we return.”

Daxton dropped Violet and his brother off at home before returning to the company. Joseph, too, left the house after his mother left, taking the car keys with him.

He returned before lunch, bringing plenty of things into Violet’s residence.

“Second Lord is here.”

Seeing Joseph come in, Sister Zhang hurriedly came over with his slippers. Since Evander Lancaster was born, Joseph’s title changed to the Lancaster Family’s Second Lord; otherwise, both father and son being “Second Young Master” would be confusing.

“Second Uncle!”

“Second Uncle!”

The two little brothers playing in the living room dropped their toys and ran over. Seeing Joseph carry so many things, they curiously stood on tiptoe trying to peek.

“Second Uncle, what good things did you buy? Are they for Robert and brother?”

“Second Uncle, Evander wants to eat…”

The two little brothers clung to the pockets following Joseph to the sofa.

Seeing his two sons, Joseph’s gloom instantly dispelled a lot. He placed the net bag on the coffee table and patiently said, “Don’t worry, Second Uncle bought everything for you.”

Joseph took out bananas and apples one by one, along with milk candies and rice crackers. When he took out the roasted chicken, he instructed the two little brothers to wash their hands, “Robert, take your brother to wash his hands, and we’ll eat roasted chicken when you come back.”

Three-year-old Evander approached the coffee table upon seeing the roasted chicken, almost pressing his nose against it, sniffing hard, then opening his mouth to take a bite.

“Evander, let your brother wash your hands before eating.” Just as Evander’s teeth touched the roasted chicken, Robert pulled him back. The little guy had only tasted a bit, and while being led to wash his hands by his brother, he kept looking back while swallowing his saliva.