Transmigrated as the Villain Boss's Precious Darling-Chapter 93: Same-Day Revenge
Brian Chapman’s face flushed, and he didn’t dare to look Goldie Thorne in the eye. He made an excuse about going to work and left. When he saw Amanda Chapman in the courtyard, chatting animatedly with Patrick Thorne, anger surged within him. He roared, "Go make your grandfather a cup of hot tea! You have no sense at all."
Amanda Chapman jumped in fright and scurried into the house like a little rabbit to make tea. Patrick Thorne shot a sinister glance at Brian Chapman, a cold smirk on his lips, and followed him out.
Brian Chapman rode his bicycle to work, unaware that the petty Patrick Thorne was following him. As he pedaled along at a leisurely pace, Patrick, walking behind, picked up a stone. He took aim for a moment, then threw it, striking Brian squarely on the back of the head.
"Ouch... Which damn bastard threw that... Ouch..."
Startled, Brian Chapman took a hard fall. The bicycle crashed down on his leg, and he couldn’t get back up for a good while. A large lump was already swelling on the back of his head, and the pain brought tears to his eyes.
He looked around for the culprit, but there wasn’t a soul in sight. He had no choice but to accept his bad luck. Muttering curses, he struggled to his feet and righted his bicycle. The handlebars were bent, which made him curse a few more times in frustration. Finally, he pushed the bike and limped his way to work.
Patrick Thorne emerged from around the corner, grunted in satisfaction, and dusted off his hands. Then, he swaggered back the way he came.
At the door, he ran into Goldie Thorne and his sister, Phoebe Thorne. They were preparing to go to the hospital for a check-up. Phoebe asked quizzically, "It sounded like Brian was cursing. What happened?"
"He fell off his bike and cursed a few times," Patrick Thorne said calmly.
"The heavens are just! Serves him right!"
Goldie Thorne gloated, exchanging a knowing look with his nephew. ’The heavens are busy; you have to rely on yourself. My second nephew is the only one who’s truly learned my ways. Not bad.’
His true teaching was this—
Take revenge the same day you’re wronged. If you can’t win an open fight, then fight dirty. Even if you can’t chew the meat, you have to at least suck some blood.
Among his three nephews, the second, Patrick Thorne, was the most like him. In the past, the two of them had done their fair share of vicious deeds, like throwing stones, releasing venomous snakes, and clubbing people from behind.
"He wasn’t badly hurt, was he? I’ll go check on him," Phoebe Thorne said, a little worried.
"He rode off on his bike. He’s fine."
"Then he should be fine. Patrick, you and the kids stay here and play. I’ll buy you some fried dough twists later." After a few more words of instruction, Phoebe Thorne left with Goldie Thorne.
Even if Goldie Thorne hadn’t come over this time, Phoebe Thorne had been wanting to go to the hospital. The first three months of her pregnancy had been fine, but afterward, she had started to feel increasingly unwell. She suffered from occasional dizzy spells, which were sometimes so severe that she couldn’t even stand up. Once, she’d suddenly fainted while pouring boiling water. If Amanda Chapman hadn’t reacted quickly, she would have certainly been scalded.
This pregnancy was so different from her previous two that Phoebe Thorne had a nagging feeling something was wrong. She had just kept putting off a check-up until now. Having someone with her was a relief; she didn’t even dare to go out alone anymore, afraid she might suddenly faint while walking. What if she got hit by a car in the middle of the street?
Shouts and curses came from inside the house. It was an old woman scolding Amanda Chapman. Her dialect was similar to that of Vessaria. The Vessaria dialect belongs to the Wu language family and is very similar to the Tristone dialect. The only difference was that the Tristone dialect was known for its soft, melodic quality, while the speech of Vessaria natives sounded hard and stiff.
There was a joke that when lovers from Tristone spoke, it sounded like sweet nothings, but when lovers from Vessaria chatted, it sounded like they were fighting. This just went to show how harsh the Vessaria dialect could be.
As for the dialect of Wraven, there was another saying: "Eighteen accents in Wraven, a new one ’cross the stream."
People from Wraven itself might not even understand the dialect from a village just one over. Because Brian Chapman’s family lived close to Vessaria, their dialect was similar to that of Patrick Thorne and his family. The old woman’s curses were full-throated and exceptionally vile; she was even including Phoebe Thorne in her tirade.
