Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability Chapter 2990: That’s Really None of Their Business

"Father, if there’s nothing else, I’ll be leaving now. Tsk tsk, you really hit me hard, I’m feeling dizzy."

He muttered while stepping away.

The Le Family Head clearly recognized that his son was only pretending to feel unwell.

However, what options did he really have? Such patterns had taken root in his son long ago, making any hope of alteration now utterly futile. His main effort needed to go toward navigating the Le Family out of this challenging phase.

"That wayward daughter, have you tracked her down yet?"

He questioned the attendant who had entered moments ago to pour fresh tea.

The attendant lifted his eyes toward him, "Family Head, we still have no information on the young miss."

News on the young miss arriving so swiftly was out of the question. She had purposefully vanished from sight, and despite employing the Le Family’s Tracking Technique, locating her proved impossible. Being well-versed in the technique herself only compounded the difficulty.

"Sigh!"

The Le Family Head released a profound sigh.

...

Past the courtyard gates, Young Master Le halted his pressure on the head injury, eyeing the crimson traces on his hand from holding the spot.

"This father truly strikes without mercy, am I not truly his flesh and blood?"

Was the intent to batter him fatally? No thought given to their shared lineage. Evidently, rage had consumed him completely.

Yet, how did that involve him in any way? Why force him to handle the chaos from Steward Zhao? Dealing with the blunders of underlings wasn’t his role.

"He forbids my outings too, those ancient fools meddle excessively!"

Forming those numerous alliances hadn’t come easily. All were heirs of prestigious clans, and solidifying such ties promised immense benefits down the line, didn’t it?

If he skipped going now, might his companions take offense?

"Young master, that wound demands treatment. Perhaps return to the courtyard?" The attendant at his side murmured softly.

Without permission to enter the Family Head’s study, the sight of the young master exiting with blood matted in his hair had shocked him deeply.

Across all these years, the Family Head had refrained from any physical reprimands toward the young master.

Verbal rebukes happened frequently, yet they paled beside the severity of a strike that drew blood.

"Head back to the courtyard? Haven’t you realized my friends await me? Make haste, apply a simple bandage." Young Master Le shot a sharp look at the attendant.

Lacking even basic awareness, couldn’t he perceive the urgency of the moment? Twilight neared, and should others claim those alluring women first, his efforts would go to waste entirely.

"But your wound..."

"It’s just a minor cut, nothing to fuss over."

Cutting the attendant short, he leveled a intense stare at the resistant servant.

"Do you wish to stop attending me? So bold as to ignore my commands?"

"Young master, you’ve misunderstood me; I merely worry for your condition." The attendant, sensing danger, responded swiftly, his complexion draining of color.

Was expressing concern for the young master truly misguided? Furthermore, Steward Zhao had charged him with monitoring the young master and limiting his frequent excursions, prompting what he saw as sound guidance.

How was he to foresee that injury wouldn’t deter the young master from venturing forth?

"Why not stay here while I fetch remedies from the Medicine Hall for you? This gash truly requires attention." He offered.