Chapter 467 Play With Him
The servant glanced at Benjamin sprawled on the ground, slapped his thigh in frustration, and told his buddy to keep an eye on him before heading off to find Jacob.
Jacob was on the phone in the hallway when he noticed the servant approaching with a worried look. He held up a hand, signaling the servant to wait as he finished his call.
"Thanks, Mr. Percy. This really helps. Benjamin's bored out of his mind at home, and I'm too old to keep up with a kid."
"Alright, Mr. Percy, take care."
Jacob hung up the phone with a smile and raised an eyebrow at the servant. "What's up? Why the rush?"
The servant let out a deep sigh. "Benjamin's on the ground again. I told him to get up, but he wouldn't budge. What if he catches a cold? Jacob, if Mr. Percy blames us, we can't be held responsible."
He pouted slightly, showing a hint of frustration. Benjamin was a handful—neither scolding nor hitting him was an option.
When Charles was home, things were better because he could keep Benjamin in check.
But with Charles away, Benjamin was the troublemaker of the Percy Mansion, and no one dared to provoke him.
To the servant's surprise, Jacob laughed after hearing his complaint.
Jacob took a couple of steps forward, patted the servant on the shoulder, and reassured him, "It's alright. Mr. Percy has arranged for someone to look after Benjamin. We're off the hook."
The servant was stunned, blinking in disbelief. "A tutor? That's great. We can't handle Benjamin, so having a teacher is perfect..."
He rubbed his hands together in delight, but Jacob shook his head. "Not a teacher, but close enough. Just focus on taking care of Benjamin's daily needs. We don't have to entertain him anymore."
The servant was curious but didn't ask further since it was Charles' arrangement. It wasn't until the afternoon that he saw the "tutor" in person.
With Charles away, Benjamin was extremely unruly.
Compared to when he was with Dean, the Percy family had been too indulgent, making Benjamin even more mischievous.
He wanted to play with some interesting code, but there were no electronic devices left in the entire mansion.
Every day, he could only run around with Snowy, trampling a small patch of the flowerbed at the entrance.
That flowerbed was planted by Diana when she was pregnant with him, and Charles treasured it dearly. Jacob guessed that if Diana hadn't returned, Charles would have skinned Benjamin alive.
At the moment, Benjamin had finished his morning painting and was sitting by the flowerbed, counting ants.
The sun was glaring, but he didn't feel hot at all, unlike the servant holding an umbrella and fanning him, who was suffering.
The servant's actions were frequently interrupted by Benjamin's shouts of, "Don't move! You'll scare the ants!"
Just as Benjamin was engrossed in watching the ants, a red Ferrari slowly drove into the Percy Mansion.
The sound of the engine caught Benjamin's attention, and he looked up, thinking Charles had returned.
Since their last argument, he didn't know how to face Charles.
After all, Charles wasn't bad to him, but his fatherly attitude made Benjamin uncomfortable. Charles hadn't disciplined him when he was younger, but now he was certainly acting authoritative.
Caught between conflicting emotions, Benjamin's expression turned serious as he watched the car park.
Jacob and the servants went to greet the newcomer.
As the car door opened, the first thing they saw was a black leather shoe with a red sole.
Moving up, they saw white suit pants and a pink shirt. Despite the flamboyant outfit, the man wore sunglasses, maintaining an air of mystery.
Benjamin tilted his head in confusion. "Who is that?"
Eugene had already greeted Jacob, and after a brief conversation, Jacob pointed in Benjamin's direction.
Eugene turned, removed his sunglasses, and revealed his strikingly handsome face.
"Hey there, long time no see, little Mr. Percy," Eugene said with a smile, waving at Benjamin and trying to establish a connection with his self-created nickname.
Benjamin, initially stunned, quickly retorted, "I'm not a Percy."
Eugene found this amusing. He took a long stride towards Benjamin and asked with interest, "If you're not a Percy, then what's your last name?"
Benjamin pouted and replied, "None of your business."
With that, he seized the opportunity to dodge around Eugene and run inside.
Eugene exchanged a glance with Jacob and asked, "Is he always like this with Charles?"
Jacob nodded with a kind, elder-like smile. "Benjamin is lively. He's not afraid of strangers."
"He's met me before, so I'm not exactly a stranger," Eugene said, forcing a smile.
He had expected a child with such a complicated background to be more subdued around Charles. But this attitude?
He didn't seem like a four-year-old who had been separated from his mother early on—more like a mischievous kid.
Compared to Eugene's childhood, Benjamin was still a bit lacking. "Alright, I'll go keep him company. Jacob, have someone bring some juice. I'm thirsty."
Eugene made himself at home in the Percy Mansion, giving orders to the servants without hesitation.
Jacob just smiled and went to prepare for them.
In the living room, Benjamin was crouched on the floor, staring at Snowy, who was lying in the corner with its tongue out.
The dog, excited by the presence of a stranger, had been running around outside and was now panting to cool off.
It was very affectionate towards Benjamin, occasionally nudging his hand with its head.
Eugene watched the scene with his arms crossed, looking thoughtful.
It was his first day there to keep Benjamin company, but he didn't seem interested in playing. Instead, he stood by, observing.
Benjamin glanced at him several times out of the corner of his eye and finally remembered where they had met.
Charles' friend? He didn't seem like it.
People say birds of a feather flock together. Charles was handsome and had an intimidating presence when he wasn't smiling.
Eugene, on the other hand, had a naturally smiling face, but his smile never reached his eyes, giving the impression of being watched by a cunning person.
Both were secretly observing each other, creating an oddly balanced atmosphere.
After playing with the dog, Benjamin returned to the sofa and continued working on a large, complex puzzle that was beyond his age.
He was focused, his face serious, like a little scientist.
After twenty minutes, Eugene finally picked up a puzzle piece and joined in. "Let me help."
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