Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability Chapter 2994: Death from Excessive Blood Loss

"This..."

Steward Zhao had never anticipated that such a trivial matter would reach the ears of the Family Head with such alarming speed.

His heart sank at the thought of the wealth he had squandered; it had been accumulated through immense toil and painstaking effort.

"Family Head, I implore you to look upon this with wisdom. It was never my desire to surrender those assets to the young master. However, the young master claimed that because of my actions, he suffered a blow to the head from you, the Family Head. He insisted that if I failed to provide compensation, he would... he would cast me out of the Le Family."

What alternative did he possess? The young master was of noble blood, while he was merely a humble steward. How could a man of his standing hope to overcome such authority?

"Insolence!"

The Head of the Le Family was instantly consumed by rage.

That reckless boy had truly overstepped his bounds. Regardless of Steward Zhao's perceived shortcomings, he served as an extension of the Family Head’s own will.

Furthermore, Steward Zhao had remained at his side for many years, aiding him in numerous clandestine affairs; he was, in effect, his most trusted confidant.

To think that unfilial son would dare utter such threats!

No matter how ineffective Steward Zhao might be, he would never be expelled from the Le Family by that boy. If it ever came down to it, the Family Head himself would simply ensure Steward Zhao vanished entirely.

Of course, the time for such measures had not yet arrived, as Steward Zhao still held many vital responsibilities.

"As for you, why do you accept his claims as truth? I still draw breath, and this Le Family will not tolerate a young master seizing power! Go, and summon him to my presence immediately!"

He barked the order at the steward.

"This... Family Head, the young master departed at the break of dawn," Steward Zhao replied, lifting his gaze to peek nervously at the Head of the Le Family.

Upon hearing this, the Head of the Le Family felt a wave of indignation choke him.

Left at dawn? Did he truly believe the Family Head was blind to the situation? The unfilial son likely hadn't even returned last night, probably lost in the arms of some mistress.

"That cursed boy, he..."

"Family Head, a catastrophe has occurred!"

Before he could finish his rebuke, the frantic cry of a follower echoed from outside, punctuated by the sound of rapid, heavy footsteps.

Steward Zhao swiveled toward the entrance as the servant burst in, nearly tripping over the threshold in his haste and stumbling before regaining his footing.

"Family Head, disaster! Last night at the Zhaixing Tower, the young master clashed with the Sima Family’s Second Young Master. In a drunken rage, he ran the Second Young Master through with his sword!"

"What?"

The Head of the Le Family felt his senses reel as the world darkened before him.

The Second Young Master of the Sima Family was the most beloved heir to his house. To harm him was to invite the wrath of not only the Sima Family but also his maternal kin, the Qii Family.

"That unfilial son! That wretched unfilial son! What is the condition of the Sima Family’s Second Young Master?"

He cursed his son repeatedly, yet he clung to a shred of logic; it was merely a stab wound, surely not fatal? They were, after all, beastmen, possessing bodies not so easily broken.

However, the follower’s face paled further at the question.

"Initially, the wound appeared superficial. Although Second Young Master Sima looked somewhat pale, he was still able to walk. How could anyone have foreseen that this morning, he would be discovered dead in Little Lianxiang’s quarters at Zhaixing Tower!"

"Rumor has it the young master’s blade pierced a vital point, leading to fatal blood loss."

"Ugh!"

The Head of the Le Family could no longer maintain his composure. His world dissolved into void, and he collapsed backward, succumbing to a dead faint.

"Family Head! Family Head!"

Seeing this, Steward Zhao scrambled around the desk, struggling to support the fallen man.