Transmigrated as the Villain Boss's Precious Darling

Phoebe Thorne was so angry her chest ached. Even the most resourceful housewife couldn’t manage a household on just twenty yuan. But in a way, this was what she wanted; she had completely given up on Brian Chapman.

Shane Thorne had already analyzed Brian Chapman’s likely behavior. If he changed for the better, everything would be fine, but the chances of that were extremely low. Shane Thorne figured the bastard wouldn’t change. He was head over heels for his little lover, so how could he possibly bear to leave her?

Everything went just as Shane Thorne had predicted. Brian Chapman truly couldn’t bear to part with her; his heart belonged entirely to the little widow. He wished he could spend every single night at her place, leaving no thought for his own family.

Phoebe Thorne made up her mind. She wouldn’t argue with Brian Chapman, nor would she neglect herself. Every day she stewed soups, rotating between chicken, bone broth, and fish soup. If she didn’t drink the soup, she wouldn’t produce enough milk, and no matter how much she had to endure, she couldn’t let her child suffer. Old Mrs. Chapman cursed her out daily, but Phoebe Thorne paid her no mind. She kept buying fish and chicken, meticulously recording the expenses. The twenty yuan didn’t last long; it was gone in about ten days, down to the last cent.

So, Phoebe Thorne asked Brian Chapman for money again. As Shane Thorne had instructed, the proper procedure had to be followed: first courtesy, then confrontation.

Naturally, Brian Chapman refused. "How much do you think I make in a month? At the rate you’re spending, even if I were earning mountains of gold and silver, it wouldn’t be enough to cover your expenses."

"I’m breastfeeding right now! If I don’t eat well, what’s going to happen to Allister? Brian Chapman, are you going to give me the money or not?" Phoebe Thorne stared coldly at the scumbag before her. ’To think I’ve spent more than ten years with such a selfish man.’

"You don’t need to feast on rich food every day just because you’re breastfeeding. My mom said you’re having chicken or fish every single day. What family can possibly afford you? No money!"

Although Brian Chapman didn’t come home, he had Old Mrs. Chapman feeding him information, so he was well aware of the situation. He didn’t want to give her a single cent. He would much rather give it to his little lover. At least his lover cared for him, using what little money she had to make him delicious food, unlike Phoebe Thorne, who only cared about her own appetite. ’Hmph, what a selfish woman,’ he thought. ’I must have been blind to marry someone like her!’

Phoebe Thorne sneered. "Fine, Brian Chapman. Since you insist on being cruel, don’t blame me for being ruthless!"

Brian Chapman sensed trouble and grew flustered. "What are you planning? Phoebe Thorne, don’t do anything reckless!"

Phoebe Thorne just sneered, ignoring the bastard. She had seen this scumbag for who he truly was and held no hope for him anymore. ’I’ll just do as Sixth Uncle said,’ she resolved. ’You have to give some things up to gain others. I can only leave my older son behind for now. When I’m on my feet again, I’ll find a way to get him back.’

After Brian Chapman left for work, Phoebe Thorne also got ready and set out. With Allister strapped to her back and holding Amanda Chapman by the hand, she went to Brian’s workplace and headed straight for the bureau chief’s office.

Moreover, Phoebe Thorne had dressed herself and the children in their most tattered clothes. If you’re going to play the victim, you might as well look the part. The bureau chief didn’t recognize Phoebe Thorne and couldn’t figure out what this ragged-looking woman with two children wanted.

"You’re the bureau chief, right?" Phoebe Thorne asked bluntly.

The bureau chief nodded and addressed her politely, "Ma’am, can I help you?"

"Bureau Chief, I’m the wife of Brian Chapman from your department. My family can’t survive any longer. My children and I are going to starve to death! I had no choice but to come to you for justice. Bureau Chief, you have to stand up for me and my children!"

Phoebe Thorne grabbed the bureau chief’s hand, sobbing as she poured out her grievances. She told him everything, from Brian Chapman’s refusal to provide living expenses to the promissory note he wrote and then failed to honor.

"Bureau Chief, there are seven of us in my family, young and old. My youngest son just turned one month old, and I have to drink soup every day just to produce enough milk for him. That bastard Brian Chapman only gave me twenty yuan and then accused me of eating too much. I don’t want to eat so much, but when the baby is hungry, he just cries... and it breaks my heart..."

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