He was very embarrassed about this, that he had so casually told others about what happened between himself and Eric Bennett.

Fortunately, he was reborn, so he didn’t have to see that meaningful look in Henry Clark’s eyes.

Andrew Foster threw himself onto the bed, feeling very happy. He had gained ten years of time, and freedom! He clenched his fist, full of ambition: “In this life, I won’t marry Eric Bennett! I want freedom!!”

Chapter 2: The Male Virtue Mentor

When the holiday ended, Eric Bennett packed up his things early in the morning and went to school.

Actually, his home wasn’t far from the school—there was a direct bus, and the ride took less than thirty minutes, which was very convenient. But Eric Bennett still chose to live on campus.

The high school he attended was newly built. Because there was enough capital, they were willing to spend a lot of money, so the school’s entrance was grand and imposing, with two three-meter-tall stone elephants standing guard, making it look very impressive.

Besides the facilities, the school’s shareholders also invested heavily in the teaching staff. With all these factors combined, and since it wasn’t a public school, the tuition was naturally very expensive—eight or nine thousand per semester. Given Eric Bennett’s family situation, there was no way he could afford it. However, his tuition was fully waived, and he even received a scholarship and living allowance, all because he had entered the school with the top score in the city on the high school entrance exam.

Samuel Bennett’s family, however, didn’t know how well he had actually done. They only believed what Eric Bennett had revealed on the surface.

Because of this, Eric Bennett didn’t have to live in too much hardship.

Many times, Eric Bennett doubted whether he was really the biological child of Samuel Bennett and Abraham Lincoln. However, his face combined all the best features of both Samuel Bennett and Abraham Lincoln. Looking at his reflection in the mirror, he really couldn’t say he wasn’t their child.

He didn’t understand why his parents treated their two children so differently, but he had already learned not to expect anything.

When he finished packing and was about to leave, it was still early. Samuel Bennett came out of his room shirtless, glanced at Eric Bennett at the door, and suddenly, as if feeling a bit of fatherly love, asked, “Going to school?”

Eric Bennett paused for a moment and nodded.

Samuel Bennett asked, “Do you have money?”

Eric Bennett looked up at him. Samuel Bennett met his dark eyes, then turned away. “If you don’t have money, borrow some from your teacher Wang. Pay her back when you make something of yourself.”

Eric Bennett said, “I’m leaving.”

With that, he opened the door and left without looking back.

Samuel Bennett drank some water and went back to bed.

Abraham Lincoln, still half-asleep, asked, “He’s gone? You didn’t give him any money, did you?”

Samuel Bennett said, “No money. Isn’t that teacher Wang pretty good to him? She even supports Eric’s schooling. I think he might as well be her son.”

Abraham Lincoln snorted and said, “That kid is an ungrateful wolf. Every penny spent on him makes me feel uncomfortable.”

Samuel Bennett said, “I told you to give him away back then, but you raised the price on the spot. Just for five thousand yuan, you ended up stuck with him. Isn’t this what you deserve?”

Abraham Lincoln said, “What do you know? That guy from Beijing looked rich, wearing a gold watch. Would he really care about five thousand yuan?”

Samuel Bennett said, “If he didn’t care about the money, would he have left just because you raised the price by five thousand?”

Abraham Lincoln said angrily, “Forget it, I don’t want to talk to you. I’m going back to sleep!”

Samuel Bennett said nothing more, and the room fell silent again.

Eric Bennett didn’t know about his parents’ argument. He arrived at school very early, before the gates were even open.

He looked calm and quiet, but deep down he had a wild side. He circled around the grand entrance to the tall perimeter wall, looked up, took off his backpack, and tossed it over the wall. Then he took a few steps back, got a running start, and climbed over the two-and-a-half-meter-high wall.

By now, dawn was just breaking. In another hour, morning reading would begin.

When Eric Bennett returned to the dormitory, someone was already awake, reading in bed by a small night light. Seeing Eric Bennett come back, he whispered, “You’re back.”

Eric Bennett nodded to him, turned to open his locker, and started organizing his things.

He was already moving very quietly, but someone still complained irritably, “So noisy! Can’t anyone get some sleep around here?”

Eric Bennett paused and stopped organizing.

When it was time, the dorm supervisor came knocking on each door to wake everyone up, and only then did the others get out of bed.

The high school was well-funded, so the dorms were bright and spacious. Four people shared a room, with a private bathroom and even air conditioning and a water heater—truly luxurious.

The boy who greeted Eric Bennett wore glasses, looked gentle and refined, and was tall. He was the math class representative, named Matthew Turner. The irritable one was Daniel Cooper, who looked average but was very muscular—a sports student. The last one was Grace Harris, who was short but had delicate, attractive features. If not for his height and personality, his face would probably be quite popular with girls.

Eric Bennett was rather reserved, not very talkative, and not keen on socializing, so he only got along well with Matthew Turner, and wasn’t close to the others.

Unlike other boys’ dorms, their relationships weren’t particularly harmonious. After getting up, everyone went about their own business, washed up, then went to the cafeteria for breakfast before heading to class.