Chapter 450 Lesson
At this moment, "Little Devil" Benjamin was sprawled out in the middle of the living room.
Chaos surrounded him.
Broken glass bottles, overturned water cups, and scattered vases and tea sets were strewn across the floor in a disastrous state.
His eyes were clear, staring at the ceiling, completely unlike the culprit responsible for the current mess.
The servants were cautiously cleaning up the aftermath nearby, afraid he might accidentally hurt himself.
Jacob stood by with a worried expression, speaking softly,
"Benjamin, come on, get up. The floor's cold. You don't wanna catch a chill and get a stomachache, do you?"
Benjamin didn't even turn his head, scratching his belly with his small hand, speaking seriously, "That'd be awesome. I'll poop on Charles' bed."
The servants' eyes widened in horror upon hearing this.
They had witnessed Benjamin's mischief and believed he was truly capable of doing it.
But if he did such a thing, Charles would probably be so disgusted that he'd tear the house apart, and they'd be the ones cleaning up the mess.
After Benjamin was brought home, he had been worried for a long time, fearing Charles might do something bad to Diana.
But after contacting Dean, they speculated that Diana wouldn't be in immediate danger, which eased his mind considerably.
However, now Diana was nowhere to be found, likely locked up by Charles.
Given the previous escape attempt, Charles would undoubtedly keep a closer watch on them.
The chances of them escaping separately were almost zero.
Thinking about this made Benjamin frustrated.
He regretted not going shopping with Diana instead of watching the plane, which left him alone and caused trouble for his mommy.
"Benjamin, how about playing with some toys? Look, isn't this little doll cute?"
Jacob tried to win Benjamin's favor with toys, though he had tried before.
But he was really out of options.
Sure enough, Benjamin took the little doll, which was soft and adorably clumsy, and squeezed it, making it squeak.
Why did it feel so much like a dog toy?
Just as Jacob thought he liked the toy, Benjamin casually tossed it.
The doll traced a beautiful arc in the air, landing squarely on the face of Charles, who had just walked in.
After hitting his nose, the doll fell to the ground with a sound, rolling into a corner, away from the impending conflict.
Jacob noticed Charles' return and almost cried with gratitude, his voice becoming excited.
"Mr. Percy, you're back!"
Benjamin sat up upon hearing this, his eyes filled with undisguised dislike, his fists clenched like an angry little bull.
"Where's Ms. Wipere? Did you lock her up? You lunatic! Demon..."
Before Benjamin could finish, Jacob covered his mouth with a forced smile.
"Mr. Percy, he's just a kid. Please don't be mad at him."
No wonder Jacob said he couldn't handle Benjamin and insisted Charles come back. He wanted to maintain his good-guy image.
Charles pressed his thumb against his index finger's joint and suddenly smiled, "Jacob, how does the family deal with disobedient and mischievous children?"
Jacob was slightly stunned but quickly replied, "Family discipline."
That thing was passed down through generations in the Percy family.
It was a fine piece of wood, carved into a flat stick, about as long as a child's arm. It hurt when hit but wouldn't cause serious injury.
However, it hadn't been used in a long time. Was it really going to be used on Benjamin today?
Jacob instinctively glanced at Benjamin's innocent face, feeling a pang of heartache, and quickly tried to dissuade him, "Mr. Percy, Benjamin is still young. You can't hit him."
"If I can't hit or scold him, Jacob, why did you call me back? To watch you try to reform this little brat with love?"
Charles' eyes sharpened, and he irritably tugged at his tie.
Jacob was speechless, realizing he had overstepped, and brought Benjamin over, handing him the stick.
The stick was older than Charles, not heavy in hand but particularly intimidating.
Benjamin, who had been sitting on the floor, now shrank under the table, his voice resistant.
"Are you going to beat me to death with that? This is child abuse!"
"Why would I beat you to death? I haven't even settled the score with you for running away, and you dare to destroy the house? You're too naughty. I'm going to teach you a lesson. Come here!"
Charles' tone rose, his demeanor threatening to beat Benjamin to death.
Benjamin grew more frightened, insisting on staying under the table.
"I'm not coming over."
But it wasn't up to him. Two bodyguards quickly dragged him out from under the table, holding him on either side.
Benjamin was directly brought before Charles.
"Let go of me! Let go of me! I'll kill you! I hate you!"
He struggled wildly, kicking, but to the adults, his strength was insignificant. Soon, Charles had him pinned over his knee.
A sharp sound.
Benjamin felt a sharp pain in his butt, his nose tingling, and tears streaming down.
"What did you do wrong? Speak!"
Charles' tone was serious, clearly not joking.
The butler and servants nearby didn't dare intervene, keeping their heads down as if they hadn't seen anything.
Though Benjamin cried from the pain, he remained defiant, gritting his teeth.
"I did nothing wrong! You took Ms. Wipere away. It's your fault!"
Seeing his stubbornness, Charles unceremoniously struck him twice more.
He had thought Benjamin was a cute child, but now he saw he was just like his foolish brother Zachary.
Since Benjamin wouldn't reflect, Charles would help him reflect.
"First, you lied to us, saying you were going out to play, but you went to the airport!"
A strike.
"Second, you trusted a stranger and went with her. What if she was a trafficker? What would you do?"
Another strike.
"Third, you don't repent and take out your anger on innocent people. Who taught you that?"
Three strikes, and Benjamin was sweating from crying.
Charles didn't soften. He held back his strength and hit through clothes, causing only superficial injuries.
The point was to see Benjamin's attitude.
If he didn't teach him well this time, anyone could take him away in the future.
If Elise had taken him, it would be fine. But if it were a child trafficking organization, Charles couldn't guarantee Benjamin would survive until he could rescue him.
Normally so smart, how could Benjamin be so easily trusting of others?
Benjamin cried loudly, partly from pain and partly from feeling humiliated.
He actually understood Charles' words, but he couldn't say Diana was his mommy. Torn, he could only cry loudly to relieve his inner distress.
Jacob, who had a grandson of similar age, was deeply moved, gesturing wildly for Charles to hug him.
Charles pursed his lips, finally following Jacob's hint, lifting Benjamin and holding him in his arms.
Benjamin buried his face in Charles' chest, sobbing pitifully.
Charles began to regret, wondering if he had hit too hard.
He pursed his lips and asked, "Even if she's a good person, you can't go with her. Your situation is special now. People outside are watching you."
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