When His Nauseous Sweetheart Frowns, the Tycoon's Family Takes Turns Pampering Her-Chapter 153: Obedience Test

After Miles Jacobs left Valoria, Rosalind Fairchild moved.

For convenient shopping and living, she moved into a luxury high-rise with sprawling apartments adjoining Summit Plaza to live alone.

When the live-in housekeeper saw her return, she cautiously helped her change her shoes, terrified that one wrong move would displease her employer and earn her another screaming tirade.

With her child in prison and her ex-husband back in the countryside like some dirt-kicker, there was no telling how many people were laughing at her expense.

’If the pay wasn’t so good, I’d never be willing to wait on this hormonal mess of a woman!’

Though she secretly hated and despised her employer, she didn’t let it show. She kept her head down to hide her feelings, feigning a subservient demeanor.

"Ma’am, I’ve prepared the bird’s nest soup you requested."

Rosalind Fairchild walked straight into the dressing room and said to the housekeeper behind her, "Tell Yvonne to come see me."

"Yes, Ma’am." The housekeeper immediately went to call Yvonne Rhodes, not daring to delay.

Yvonne Rhodes arrived quickly, rushing toward Rosalind Fairchild the moment she walked in the door.

"Auntie, have you come up with a plan?"

’She couldn’t stand her life like this for another second.’

Rosalind Fairchild swallowed the last spoonful of bird’s nest soup and reached for a napkin to wipe her mouth.

Yvonne beat her to it, handing her a napkin and saying ingratiatingly, "Here you go, Auntie."

Rosalind Fairchild shot her a cool glance. "You’re in this position today because you’re too headstrong and refuse to listen to me."

"Auntie..." Yvonne whined, lifting her bruised face in a piteous attempt at a cute plea that was utterly absurd. "I know I was wrong. If you just help me this one time, I’ll listen to whatever you say from now on. I promise."

"How is the evidence gathering going?" Rosalind Fairchild asked, her expression softening as she feigned concern.

Without her permission, Yvonne had gone behind her back to latch onto a new-money tech entrepreneur who was at least passably handsome.

He was young and had distinguished himself from his peers, but he had no powerful family or connections to back him up.

’Only a brainless idiot like Yvonne would think she’d found true love with a man like that. She even deluded herself into thinking her pea-brain was enough to wrap him around her little finger.’

In the end, after he failed to secure a partnership with Evergrow Group, he grabbed her by the neck and beat her viciously.

And just like that, the promising young talent turned into a thug in a suit. The slightest frustration at work would cause him to take it out on Yvonne. He even started taking her to business dinners, only to send her to a partner’s bed.

Rosalind Fairchild knew all of this.

She didn’t intervene. This was the consequence of Yvonne’s disobedience.

She wanted to make Yvonne understand that without her, life would only get worse and worse.

The more miserable Yvonne became, the more she would depend on her, and the more obedient she would be.

"I..." At the mention of evidence, Yvonne’s face went pale. "I managed to record a video of him hitting me, but he’d installed something on my phone. He deleted it."

Yvonne was terrified. She was at her wit’s end.

When she saw her aunt shake her head, her heart plummeted, and a chill spread through her body.

’No, I can’t go back to that horrible place.’

’If this keeps up, he’s going to beat me to death, torture me until I die.’

She cried, "Auntie, it’s not that I’m not trying! You know he has a degree in computer science. I’m no match for him."

The housekeeper, working silently in the kitchen, overheard and couldn’t help but cast a pitying glance her way.

’With domestic violence, it’s either zero times or countless times. If you get hit, you get your injuries documented, you call the police. Why would you keep living with a man like that?’

’And another thing—does she not know what kind of person her aunt is?’

’This is a woman who could cast aside her own child and husband. Why would she ever take pity on someone who isn’t even a blood relative?’

’What a fool. An absolute fool!’

The housekeeper’s mouth twitched, but she only dared to have these thoughts in the privacy of her own mind.

Rosalind asked, "From now on, will you listen to your aunt?"

"I will, I’ll listen to everything you say, Auntie. All these years, you’re the reason my life has been so comfortable and happy."

As Yvonne spoke, she dropped to her knees with a THUD.

"Auntie, please help me. I really don’t want to live with him anymore. If you help me this one time, I’ll do whatever you say from now on."

’She had thought a self-made young man who’d built his own company would be a man with great potential, just like her uncle. She thought he would love her the way her uncle loved her aunt.’

’But in the end, the moment he realized he wasn’t going to get anything out of her, he personally shattered all the sweetness that had existed before their marriage.’

’She had thought she’d finally found someone who could stand up to Blaze Fairchild, someone who could challenge him.’

’Not until the fists rained down on her, not until she woke up to man after man beside her, did she finally understand that she was the one being used.’

Rosalind Fairchild was very pleased with her submissiveness. She personally helped Yvonne to her feet and gently wiped the tears from her face.

"Ten million. He can take it in exchange for the divorce papers. If he refuses, I’ll hire a lawyer and sue. We’ll see who holds up better—him against public opinion, or the lawyer I hire with my ten million."

Yvonne was ecstatic. Her aunt was willing to spend ten million to help her escape this hell. ’It was true,’ she thought, ’Auntie is the only person who’s truly good to me.’

"Thank you, Auntie! Thank you!" Yvonne could finally see a glimmer of hope. She was so happy she wanted to kneel and kowtow to her aunt right then and there.

But her aunt held her hand firmly, not allowing her to move.

Rosalind didn’t miss the look in her eyes. She knew that from now on, Yvonne would be completely in the palm of her hand.

"Go back and talk to him," Rosalind said, her kind and loving smile still impeccable.

Watching from the side, even the housekeeper was moved. ’Their bond is truly something special,’ she thought.

’Anyone suffering from domestic violence would be moved to have someone like her employer willing to spend money and resources to help them escape that hell. Who wouldn’t be grateful to her for the rest of their life?’

’They’d probably even wish to be reborn as an animal, just to have the chance to serve her and repay her kindness.’