Transmigrated as the Villain Boss's Precious Darling

Chapter 458: Chapter 458: A Harsh Scolding

Rosalind Green grew even more flustered. She had no idea how to handle this kind of situation and stammered, unsure of what to say. Phoebe Huxley’s temper flared as she watched. She yelled at her, "Can’t you even manage a single peep? If you can’t do the math, just write it down. Let Kenneth do it when he gets back."

"Oh, okay, I’ll write it down."

Rosalind Green breathed a sigh of relief and carefully jotted it down. She hated making decisions more than anything; it was always best when someone else made them for her.

After Fiona Rhodes and the others left, Phoebe Huxley shouted in exasperation, "What is wrong with you, being so indecisive? You’re a mother! Even a cornered rabbit will fight back against a hawk, so why are you so utterly spineless? You make your son do everything.

Don’t you ever stop to think? Your son is only twelve, just a child! Other kids his age are still being doted on by their parents, but not in your family! The father has washed his hands of everything, and the mother can’t even make a peep. That boy, Kenneth, must have had eighteen lifetimes of bad luck to end up being born as your son!"

Rosalind Green’s eyes immediately reddened, and her voice was as faint as a mosquito’s buzz. "I... I know I’ve been a burden to Kenneth. It’s all my fault..."

"If you know, then why don’t you change? What damn good is knowing if you don’t do anything about it?!"

Phoebe Huxley yelled irritably. Rosalind Green trembled, and her tears finally began to fall. The sight made Phoebe Huxley even more agitated. Her palms started to itch; she desperately wanted to give her a good smack.

"Cry, cry, cry... All you know how to do is cry! What damn good is crying? Stop it!"

Phoebe Huxley couldn’t take it anymore and let out a great shout. But Rosalind Green only cried harder, instinctively shrinking back, afraid that Phoebe Huxley was going to hit her.

Phoebe Thorne quickly tried to calm her down. "Sister-in-law, cool off. It’s no use no matter how fiercely you scold her. Miss Green won’t be able to change overnight. You have to take it slow."

Phoebe Huxley grabbed at her hair in frustration and shot a fierce glare at the pitiful-looking Rosalind Green, forcing herself to hold back any more insults. ’Phoebe Thorne was right,’ she thought. ’Even if I berated this woman to death, it would be useless.’

A leopard can’t change its spots, and Rosalind Green couldn’t seem to kick her wretched habit of constantly crying.

Phoebe Thorne watched the tear-streaked Rosalind Green with a sense of helplessness. She couldn’t stand it either, but she had a bit more patience than Phoebe Huxley. She knew Rosalind Green wasn’t doing it on purpose; it was just her personality. ’What can you do?’ she thought.

"That boy Kenneth has it so hard, working day in and day out, supporting the family at such a young age, and on top of that, getting bullied by so many people. Doesn’t your heart ache for your son?" Phoebe Thorne asked pointedly.

Phoebe Huxley snorted. "Her, feel sorry for him? As if! When her son gets hit, she runs and hides faster than a rabbit. I bet she wouldn’t even come out if Kenneth were beaten to death."

"That’s not true! My heart does ache for him... It’s just... I’m useless..." Rosalind Green covered her face and sobbed, Phoebe Huxley’s words having struck a raw nerve.

Because Phoebe Huxley wasn’t wrong. When Adrian Hawthorne was getting beaten, she hadn’t been able to help at all. She could only watch as her son was beaten black and blue. ’I really am a useless good-for-nothing,’ she thought. ’I don’t blame Phoebe Huxley for scolding me.’

"What good are you for, eating and shitting? Are your hands broken? Are your legs broken? What woman is born knowing how to fight? You’re not useless, you’re just cruel and selfish!"

Phoebe Huxley retorted without mercy. Rosalind Green’s face instantly paled, and her body swayed. ’Cruel and selfish?’

’No, that’s not it. I love my son.’

’But Phoebe Huxley isn’t wrong, either. I truly haven’t been able to take care of my son; on the contrary, I’ve only dragged him down. I’m just a useless decoration.’

Phoebe Huxley felt a pang of regret. Her words had been too harsh. But she couldn’t help her anger, and her heart genuinely ached for Adrian Hawthorne. Yet, when she saw Rosalind Green’s vacant, dazed expression, her resolve softened.