Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability Chapter 2989: The Further You Get, the Better!

"Father, this issue truly has nothing to do with me at all; it was Steward Zhao who kicked up the fuss. Can’t we just allow him to manage it by himself? Wouldn’t stepping in ourselves bring too much shame upon us?"

When a servant creates chaos, but the master needs to offer apologies—where’s the justice in that under the skies?

Hearing those words, the Le Family Head shot another furious glare at him, tempted to hurl an object his way.

Yet, with his son already covered in blood from the thrashing, he couldn’t bear to strike him once more. All he could do was stifle the desire to discipline the boy further and draw in a steadying breath.

"If this were just some common household, it’d be acceptable for Steward Zhao to take care of it solo. However, these are folks from the City Lord’s Residence. How could it possibly compare?"

Young Master Le compressed his lips tightly. Were they mere ordinary folk, there’d be no call for apologies from them. Avoiding disaster at their doorstep would already count as a blessing. Naturally, the situation differed here.

Still, as a young master, his standing was lofty. How could he lower himself to beg forgiveness like that?

Moreover, making amends for a mere servant would strip away all his pride and reputation.

"In any case, I refuse to go. Send whomever you please in my stead."

"You—"

A surge of fury rose within the Le Family Head’s chest.

But considering the young master’s status carried some weight, did he truly wish to let this wayward son off the hook?

"Get lost, and stay as far from here as you can!"

"Fine by me, I’m off!"

Young Master Le had no desire to linger either. With his father’s order, he sprang up right away and headed for the door.

He had to rush and tend to his injuries; a gathering awaited soon, and the stunning lady wouldn’t hold back. Delay too long, and she’d end up with another.

"Hold on, return here!"

Spotting his son on the verge of departing, the Le Family Head bellowed once more.

"Father, what else do you need?"

Blood matting his hair, Young Master Le twisted back to face his father and inquired.

Would he ever get a moment’s peace? Why must misfortune target him alone? Why not dispatch someone else alongside Steward Zhao to make the amends?

His father had plenty of sons. As the young master, shouldn’t he be spared such indignities?

Tasks like these that invited future mockery—let those sons from concubines deal with them. Whoever wanted the job could take it; he wasn’t setting foot there again.

"Over the coming days, keep clear of mischief and cut ties with those lowlife companions outside to avoid dragging the family into more chaos. If not, even I won’t be able to safeguard your role as young master!"

The Le Family Head cautioned his offspring.

Lately, on account of that vexing daughter, the clan Elders harbored deep discontent, each plotting ways to address the issue.

Should they witness the Le Family young master persisting in such folly, his sway over the Elders would crumble, not to mention the son retaining his young master title.

He had pondered swapping out his son from the young master spot, yet he was powerless; none among his boys could shoulder the burden properly—what choice did he have?

Capable lads existed in the branch lines, but with so many sons of his own, he couldn’t hand the young master position to mere nephews, could he?

"I..."

Young Master Le itched to rail against those nosy Elders.

But facing his father’s irritated look, he swallowed the outburst.

"Okay, I get it. I’ll watch myself."

He didn’t commit outright; those were longtime buddies, after all. How could he just drop them cold? He wasn’t some rigid antique, spouting nothing but regulations.