Prosperous Marriage: Married to My Brother-in-law-Chapter 553 Rachel is Expecting, Pheobe Rogers Provocation_1

When Rachel Bailey saw that Mrs. Ruiz was wearing high heels, she kindly reminded her, "Mom, you'd better not wear such high heels in the future. Medium ones are fine. Besides, you're tall. Even without high heels, you already look statuesque." Rachel Bailey's words were true. Mrs. Ruiz was approaching sixty. Even though she took good care of herself, wearing the kind of extremely high heels young people favored was indeed dangerous. If she accidentally fell and injured or sprained herself, recovery would be difficult.

"Of course, I'm tall! Not short and ugly like you. I don't understand why Hansen likes you!" Mrs. Ruiz took the chance to insult Rachel Bailey again.

This mother-in-law and daughter-in-law duo never seemed to get a moment of peace.

It wasn't easy, but once they finally left the Main House and got into the car outside in front of Floyd Thomas, Mrs. Ruiz quieted down a bit.

The pair got into the car, and Mrs. Ruiz ordered Floyd Thomas, "Start the car. Go to the downtown hospital."

In T City, the Ruiz Family didn't have much influence or connections. The influence and connections of Hansen Ruiz were not integrated with the Ruiz Family. That's why Mrs. Ruiz could only take Rachel Bailey to the downtown people's hospital like ordinary people.

After some effort, Rachel Bailey's results were in hand.

"Congratulations, Mrs. Ruiz, you are pregnant," said the Obstetrician, who recognized Rachel Bailey because when she and Hansen Ruiz got married, the media had reported on it. With Hansen Ruiz being a notable figure in the city, as his wife, Rachel Bailey's fame had inevitably increased.

"Really!" Rachel Bailey was very happy as she received her checkup results.

Mrs. Ruiz, standing to the side, also appeared to be very happy.

"Doctor, thank you," Rachel Bailey thanked the doctor.

The doctor smiled and said, "It's what we're here for."

After thanking the doctor, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law started walking downstairs. On the way down, Mrs. Ruiz seemed nervous, holding Rachel Bailey's hand tightly and cautioning, "Be careful, you're a bit clumsy when walking. You're different now; you're carrying the Ruiz Family's first grandson. You must be extra careful. My dear grandchild cannot have anything go wrong."

Sheesh!

Did she even want this National Treasure Level treatment?

Mrs. Ruiz's excessive nervousness and concern made Rachel Bailey's hair stand on end.

No wonder her girlfriends complained in private, saying that pregnancy meant losing a lot of freedom.

And one more thing, why was her mother-in-law so similar to Julia's mother-in-law? Always talking about 'my grandson.' The baby wasn't even born yet, how could they be sure it was a boy? What if it was a girl?

Suddenly, Rachel Bailey felt like a heavy stone was pressing on her head.

Julia and her mother-in-law's relationship was improving by the day, getting as close as friends. Even if Julia didn't fulfill her mother-in-law's wish to have a son, it wouldn't be a big deal. But Rachel Bailey's relationship with her mother-in-law was still tense. Every meeting was like facing an enemy, tit for tat. What if she had a daughter? Would her mother-in-law grow even more hostile toward her? Even though she didn't live with her mother-in-law, the thought of her baby being treated unfairly and not being loved was still very upsetting to her.

"Let's go. I'll take you to buy some nourishing supplements. You need to boost your nutrition during pregnancy so the baby can grow healthy. Also, starting tomorrow, stop messing with that damned business of yours and just stay home to nurture the fetus." Mrs. Ruiz's words exploded in Rachel Bailey's ears like firecrackers.

Rachel Bailey said nothing; it was futile to try to reason with her mother-in-law.

Right now, whatever she said would be twisted by her mother-in-law.

As for her business, of course, she would continue doing it.

She was not someone who could be easily oppressed by her mother-in-law.

The Crown car familiar to the Horne Family pulled up in front of the villa. Since the villa's gate was locked from the inside, Pheobe Rogers had to stop the car.

Yesterday evening, James Horne had heard her conversation with three men involved in criminal activities and learned of her schemes. He had lost his temper with her, warned her sternly, and left her so heartbroken that she hadn't slept all night, crying until dawn.

Why was her life so wretched? The man she loved was someone else's husband, and she had followed him for decades without recognition or status, bearing him an exemplary son. Now her son ignored her, even shouting at her using her full name. As a woman, she had failed, and as a mother, she had failed even more.

She had called Gian Horne and poured out her sorrows to him. Of course, she hadn't mentioned her own manipulative plans. Gian Horne's heart was now with Glades Horne too. If he knew she had been up to no good, he would also turn his back on her.

All she told Gian Horne was how James Horne had scolded her and how upset she was, asking Gian Horne to come and keep her company. To her fury, Gian Horne said he was busy, that he was going for a walk with Mila Anderson – she almost smashed her phone in anger.

She was heartbroken, and yet Gian Horne would still go for a walk with Mila Anderson.

Since when had Mila Anderson become more important than her?

It was all because of Glades Horne! If it weren't for Glades Horne, Gian Horne wouldn't have treated her like this, and her son wouldn't have either!

She didn't know that Glades Horne was away on a business trip. She was so furious and bitter that she fearlessly stormed into the Horne Family home. She was looking for Mila Anderson; she wanted to argue with her.

Mila Anderson came from a wealthy family. Pheobe Rogers couldn't truly bully her, but verbally, Pheobe Rogers was still a little stronger. When they really argued, Mila Anderson was usually the one left fuming.

Seeing Pheobe Rogers's car approaching, Uncle Ying came out from inside. He opened the small gate, just wide enough for a person to pass, walked up to Pheobe Rogers's car, and said coldly, "Why have you come again? The young master has ordered that you're not to be let in."

The servants didn't like this woman either.

Actually, Pheobe Rogers treated the servants fairly well, but her status destined her to be disliked.

"My son is inside! How can I not come in to see my son? This is my son's house!" Pheobe Rogers got out of her car, threw her head back, stretched out her hand, pushed Uncle Ying aside, and then strode towards the interior.

"Miss Rogers…"

SLAP! Pheobe Rogers turned and fiercely struck Uncle Ying across the face. She cursed darkly, "You dog of a servant, looking down on people! What do you think you are? Nothing but a dog kept by the Horne Family! Open your dog eyes and look! I am the Fourth Young Master's mother—your Fourth Young Master's mother! By any account, I am your master! Is 'Miss Rogers' what you should be calling me?"

Uncle Ying was slapped for no reason, seething with silent rage, but years as a housekeeper had taught him restraint. He calmly replied, "Miss Rogers, this may be the Fourth Young Master's home, but it is not yours. Since I am a servant of this home, I naturally only recognize the masters of this house. You are not the master here, so addressing you as Miss Rogers is not inappropriate." He had been with the Horne Family for many years, and all the masters had been kind to him; even the true head of the household, Glades Horne, had treated him with respect. When had he ever been slapped like this?

If it weren't for the sake of the Fourth Young Master, Uncle Ying would have liked to slap Pheobe Rogers back.

"You… You… Alright, every single one of you bullies me! James! James, come out quickly! This dog of a servant is bullying your mother!" Pheobe Rogers kicked up a fuss, deliberately causing a scene—after all, that was why she had come.

Her sharp eyes noticed that in the Horne Family's parking lot, only three cars were parked. She recognized them as her son's and Gian Horne and his wife's cars; the vehicles of Glades Horne, Julia Bluen, and even Adele Horne weren't there.

The most formidable members were not at home, which made her even more fearless.

Of the Horne Family members, she had never been afraid of anyone except Glades Horne, his wife, and Adele Horne.

Although Julia Bluen was newly married into the Horne Family, after several confrontations, Pheobe Rogers had realized that Julia Bluen was much tougher than Mila Anderson and possessed a bit of Glades Horne's shadow—a woman not to be trifled with, no matter how beautiful and sweet she appeared on the outside.

Pheobe Rogers's tantrum immediately alerted the Old Madam, Gian Horne and his wife, as well as James Horne and Marcel Horne, who were still in the Backyard.

When Gian Horne heard Pheobe Rogers's voice, his first reaction was to look at Mila Anderson, who also instinctively looked back at him. Then Gian Horne's face turned a bit ugly, and he was the first to rush outside.

Inside, he was blaming Pheobe Rogers. Why did she have to come and make trouble again? Was it because he had refused to keep her company last night?

James Horne, pushing Marcel Horne, passed through the Backyard gate and headed toward the villa's entrance. But after a few steps, he finally stopped. The thought of his mother's despicable scheming made his steps feel as heavy as lead.