Free Web NovelChapter 461: Chapter 461: The Canary Leveled Up
"We won’t do it again! We swear!"
The two ruffians, scared out of their wits, supported each other as they fled in disarray. One of them even lost a shoe but didn’t dare turn back to get it.
Phoebe Huxley grinned at Old Master Tate. "I was dead to the world. Good thing you were so alert, Mr. Tate, and gave that bastard a taste of the knife."
"It wasn’t me. Rosalind was the one who did it. She’s terrified."
Old Master Tate looked worriedly at Rosalind’s deathly pale face. ’This isn’t right. I hope nothing bad happens,’ he thought.
Phoebe Huxley stared at Rosalind in astonishment. ’That softy was the one who cut him? Have pigs started to fly?’
But she quickly saw that Rosalind was not okay; she was clearly scared witless. Phoebe Huxley frowned and pinched the philtrum under Rosalind’s nose hard. Rosalind slowly came to, crying nonstop. "I killed someone... I’m going to jail... What do I do?"
Phoebe Huxley said impatiently, "Killed my ass! The guy ran off. What jail are you going to?"
Rosalind blinked. She looked closely and saw that the ruffians were indeed gone, leaving behind a pool of blood on the ground. She couldn’t help but sigh in relief and wasn’t as scared as before, but she was still terrified.
"I slashed his head. There was so much blood. Is something going to happen?"
"What the hell is gonna happen? From now on, this is how you do it. If anyone dares to come, you take a knife to them. These bastards only bully the weak and fear the strong. The tougher you are, the less they’ll dare; the softer you are, the more they’ll push their luck."
Phoebe Huxley let out a huge yawn. She still needed to get back to sleep. She was actually quite satisfied with Rosalind’s performance tonight. ’Her strike was just a bit too light, though. If it were me, I definitely would’ve split his skull in two.’
Seeing Phoebe Huxley’s completely unconcerned attitude, Rosalind calmed down a little, but her heart was still in her throat. For a timid woman who had never even killed a chicken, the sight of the ruffian’s bloody head just now had been too horrifying. Rosalind’s entire body felt weak now, and she was barely holding herself up to keep from collapsing.
"What if... what if I killed him?"
Rosalind was still worried. She had almost killed someone just now. Not only would she have dragged her son into it, but she would also have been arrested and sent to jail, maybe even executed by firing squad...
She shuddered violently, overcome with retroactive fear. Her body trembled uncontrollably, and all the color drained from her face.
Phoebe Huxley yawned and replied nonchalantly, "If he’s dead, he’s dead. Chop him up, cook him, and feed him to the pigs. Not even a ghost would know."
With that, Phoebe Huxley went back into the house to sleep, ignoring the terrified Rosalind she left behind.
Rosalind didn’t realize Phoebe Huxley was just talking casually; she thought she actually meant it. She was scared witless. The poor woman, a canary who couldn’t even bring herself to kill a chicken, had now suddenly leveled up to murder and dismemberment. Her heart couldn’t take it, and her mind went completely blank.
"Aurelia was just trying to scare you," Old Master Tate said, coming over to comfort her. "That ruffian is fine. He just bled a little. He probably won’t dare to come back again."
He knew that for all Phoebe Huxley’s ruthlessness with butchering pigs, she would never dare to actually kill a person. It was all bluster, but Rosalind had taken her seriously.
Rosalind let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, regaining some of her composure. She asked in a trembling voice, "He... he really didn’t die?"
"He didn’t die. He was running away pretty fast just now. Don’t worry."
Only then did Rosalind feel completely at ease, and some color returned to her face.
"You did wonderfully today. If Kenneth knew, he would be very happy," the old master said.
Rosalind’s eyes instantly lit up, but she still felt so useless. She mumbled, "Would he... would Kenneth really be happy?"
"Of course! You need to have more confidence in yourself!"
The old master’s tone was firm. To be honest, he too was impressed by Rosalind’s actions tonight. If Rosalind had been this brave four years ago, Kenneth wouldn’t have had to suffer so much.
But as long as she could change, that was what mattered. Things would definitely get better and better.
