Transmigrated as the Villain Boss's Precious Darling

"Oh dear... my chest hurts... I can’t breathe..."

Raina’s lips turned ashen, and she started to sway. Phoebe Huxley jumped in alarm and quickly helped her sit down, praying nothing was seriously wrong. Byron Thorne brought over some heart pills, shook a few out, and gave them to Raina to take.

After a little while, Raina’s breathing returned to normal, but she still looked pale. Phoebe Huxley helped her to the bed to lie down, feeling troubled herself. She was so used to her mother-in-law’s fiery, larger-than-life presence; seeing her suddenly look so old and frail brought a pang of sorrow to her heart.

Her thoughts turned to her own three sons, and Phoebe Huxley started to worry. The girls her eldest and second son had their eyes on were both good; now she just had to worry about the youngest. ’I hope he doesn’t end up like his disappointing uncle,’ she thought. ’Otherwise, I’ll be the next one to be angered to death.’

Raina had been in low spirits for the past few days. Her energy was gone, she did everything listlessly, and she didn’t even speak as loudly as she used to. Tang Xiao’nan suddenly noticed many more white hairs at her grandmother’s temples, and the wrinkles on her face seemed to have multiplied in just the last six months. It felt like her grandma had aged several years in a short time; she no longer moved with the same brisk, fiery energy she’d had earlier in the year.

It seemed that for the elderly, aging happened all at once—in a single, sudden moment.

Goldie Thorne hadn’t come home for several days, probably shacking up with his deadbeat friends. He and his mother were in a stubborn standoff that wasn’t likely to end for at least another week or two. Meanwhile, Patrick Thorne had found a house he liked in the county seat, right next to Vessaria Middle School. It was similar to Adrian Hawthorne’s place—a single-story house with its own private courtyard. The yard wasn’t huge, but it was big enough for drying clothes and quilts. Altogether, the house had five rooms.

The owner wasn’t a local and was getting ready to move back to his hometown, which is why he was selling. Adrian Hawthorne had helped Patrick find the place. The price was right, too: seven hundred yuan for the whole house, furniture included. Patrick had recently earned nearly a thousand yuan, so even after buying the house, he still had about two hundred left over for himself.

It wasn’t a weekend, but Patrick Thorne suddenly showed up at home with the news. Felix Thorne and Phoebe Huxley were both stunned, unable to snap out of it for a long moment.

’Our second son bought a house in the county seat?’

They had never even dared to dream of buying a house in the county seat. Their greatest ambition was to send their children to college, and then, someday, tear down their old house and build a new one in its place. That would have been enough to make them content.

But now—

"What kind of house did you buy?" Phoebe Huxley was the first to snap out of it, her voice trembling slightly.

"Just a regular house. It’s got a yard and five rooms, about the same size as Aunt Phoebe’s place," Patrick said nonchalantly.

Phoebe Huxley’s heart began to race. She’d been to Phoebe Thorne’s house before; it wasn’t massive, but it wasn’t small, either. And it was a house *in the city*. ’How much could that possibly cost?’

"Seven hundred yuan. I’ve already negotiated the price. You two can go into the city tomorrow to handle the deed transfer," Patrick said, his tone as calm as if he were discussing buying something for seventy cents.

Phoebe Huxley’s breath grew shallow, and her head felt light and floaty, as if she were drunk. Felix Thorne fared even worse; unable to stand, he stumbled over to a stool and sat down. He needed a moment to process this.

"Son, where did you get that kind of money?" Felix Thorne asked in disbelief. He only earned about four hundred yuan a year, with not much left over after living expenses. It had taken him two or three years to save up for a bicycle, and now his son had just casually bought a seven-hundred-yuan house. ’Has the world changed, or am I just that useless?’ he wondered.

Phoebe Huxley also asked anxiously, "Is this money legitimate? You haven’t done anything illegal, have you?"

Patrick was amused. He briefly explained where the money came from. "Don’t worry, the money’s clean. Stop asking so many questions. Just be ready to go into the city tomorrow morning for the deed transfer. I’ve already worked it all out with the owner."

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