Transmigrated as the Villain Boss's Precious Darling

Chapter 459: Chapter 459: An Uninvited Guest Arrives

After spending the past few days with Rosalind Green, Phoebe Huxley had come to understand the little enchantress a bit better. She knew Rosalind wasn’t actually a sly seductress—far more decent than that wench Phoenix Golding—but she was genuinely useless. Phoebe truly couldn’t fathom how Rosalind’s parents had managed to raise a perfectly good girl into someone so helpless. And to top it off, some man had actually been willing to marry her.

Then again, Adrian Hawthorne’s father was no prize either. If he were dead, that would be one thing, but if he was still alive, he was an even bigger scoundrel—worse than Rosalind Green.

"Miss Green, my sister-in-law is just very blunt. She didn’t mean it that way, so please don’t take it to heart," Phoebe Thorne said, quickly trying to console her, worried that Rosalind might take it too hard.

Rosalind Green nodded, tears streaming down her face. "Miss Huxley isn’t wrong. I’m not a good mother. I’m so useless."

Phoebe Huxley was so frustrated she grabbed a handful of her hair. It was always the same line, over and over. ’Ugh... This is infuriating!’

But as angry as she was, she didn’t dare say anything harsher, afraid something might happen to Rosalind and she’d have to answer to Adrian Hawthorne when he got back.

Phoebe Thorne hesitated for a moment before asking, "Miss Green, have you ever thought about changing?"

"I have. I want to be like Miss Huxley. I’ve tried catching the pig, and the chickens and ducks... but I’m just too useless. I can’t seem to change."

Rosalind Green began to cry again. A personality cultivated over thirty-odd years couldn’t be changed overnight. It was simply too difficult.

"Then take it slow. A little bit of progress each day is still good. Miss Green, if you truly care about Adrian, you can definitely become stronger."

Phoebe Thorne said no more, having made her point. A mother’s love brings strength. The most fragile woman can become tough after having a child, willing to walk through fire for them. As long as Rosalind Green had the heart for it, she could do it.

It all depended on how determined she was.

"Are you going home tonight?" Phoebe Thorne asked.

"I’m not."

Phoebe Huxley had been staying at the Hawthorne house for the past few days. Even though she couldn’t stand Rosalind Green, she had promised Adrian Hawthorne she would protect his mother. ’Just have to get through two more days.’

Rosalind Green felt even more ashamed. ’I’m like a giant baby, unable to even live on my own. No wonder Miss Huxley looks down on me.’

’Maybe... I really do need to change.’

’Phoebe Thorne is right. My son is exhausted. I have to help relieve some of his burden.’

After seeing Phoebe Thorne home, Phoebe Huxley came back, having already washed up. She now held a large butcher knife. She bolted the door and wedged a stool against it for good measure. Dollar trotted behind her, tail wagging furiously.

Dollar was now a mature, qualified guard dog, barking a warning at the slightest sound. He was extremely vigilant. Thanks to the large bones Adrian Hawthorne frequently gave him, Dollar had a strong build and a glossy coat, looking even more impressive than a German shepherd.

"Go to sleep."

After checking the doors and windows, Phoebe Huxley told Rosalind Green to go to sleep and let out a huge yawn herself. They shared a bed, and the moment Phoebe Huxley’s head hit the pillow, she was out cold, her snores thundering through the room. Rosalind, however, felt no trace of sleepiness. She lay with her eyes wide open, counting sheep, which only made her feel more awake.

The night grew deeper, but Rosalind still couldn’t sleep. Suddenly, Dollar started barking. Phoebe Huxley was a heavy sleeper, exhausted from a long day’s work; even a thunderstorm would have trouble waking her. Rosalind sat up, instantly alert. ’Dollar wouldn’t bark for no reason. Someone must be at the door.’

Fear seized her, and her first instinct was to wake Phoebe Huxley. But then she remembered Phoebe Huxley’s scolding from earlier that day, and Phoebe Thorne’s words of encouragement. She gritted her teeth, dressed, and got out of bed on her own.