Chapter 738: Chapter 738: Was He Too Strict?
On the way home, both the young and the old remained silent, and the driver in front dared not speak as well, silently enduring the low pressure in the car until they returned to Bauhinia Garden.
Scott Harris, who had been waiting at the mansion for a long time, came to greet them immediately, “Young Master, you’re finally back, Lord and I were worried sick about you.”
Tobias Clark’s buttocks were still hurting, and his walking posture was not quite normal. When he heard that Baron Lawrence was also worried about him, a trace of unnaturalness crossed his face, but being a man, he didn’t allow himself to speak first. He quietly turned his face away.
Baron Lawrence rubbed his weary nose bridge and instructed Scott, “Take him back to his room and apply some medicine.”
“Is the Young Master injured?” Scott was taken aback and hurriedly squatted down to check on the little one. When he confirmed that there were no obvious injuries on the young aristocratic boy, he heaved a sigh of relief. Standing up, he held the boy’s hand, “Come on, Young Master.”
Tobias didn’t want others to know where he was hurt and followed Scott awkwardly back to his room.
The living room suddenly quieted down.
Baron Lawrence returned to the sofa, put the phone he had picked up from the back seat of the car on the table, and his slightly improved stomach began to ache again.
He irritably picked up the urgent documents the secretary had brought this morning and read a page, then the image of Bobby getting beaten and stubbornly saying he was wrong surfaced in his mind.
That stubborn look, just like the previous Enna Clark!
He suddenly became too irritable to continue reading.
He felt like tearing the documents apart and throwing them into the trash can.
He slapped the documents back on the table. Just as he was about to get up to pour himself a cup of coffee, his gaze fell on Bobby’s phone on the table again.
His dark eyes condensed, and a trace of hesitation appeared on his handsome face. He picked up the phone from the table as if possessed.
After a series of Boonie Bears’ boot-up tones rang, a family photo of three appeared on the screen.
His gaze swept over the surprised woman in the photo and landed on the smiling little one. He paused! His proud figure was like a medieval aristocratic sculpture, full of noble air. He frowned gradually.
Scott came out of Bobby’s bedroom and saw Baron’s expression, worriedly walked over and asked, “Lord, are you okay?”
Baron Lawrence, holding Bobby’s phone, coldly asked, “Did I just do something wrong?”
Could his ears be playing tricks on him?
Would the once-strong and authoritative Lord actually ask him if he did something wrong?
It must be his ears! Definitely!
As he doubted his own hearing, Baron Lawrence already turned his head and stared at him, full of impatience, waiting for his answer.
It was then that Scott confirmed he wasn’t hallucinating nor dreaming; Lord was really asking him the question! His heart thumped nervously as he realized for the first time how much the Lord cared for the Young Master. He pondered how to express himself, lowered his head, and said, “Lord, it’s not entirely wrong. Young Master shouldn’t have gone to find a ‘stranger’ without answering the phone, it’s too dangerous for someone his age.”
“So you think I didn’t do anything wrong?” Baron Lawrence narrowed his eyes, as his heart still believed he hadn’t done anything wrong and that Bobby indeed needed some discipline!
“Yes, I think Lord didn’t do anything wrong.” Scott continued, “But Lord, you should explain to the Young Master why you were so angry at that time. Otherwise, Young Master, being so young, won’t understand why you were mad and will only think that you don’t love him.”