My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 961: Do as You Please

In the last two days, Phoebe had been used to seeing others scolding her condescendingly.

If it were before, she would have retorted.

But now…

Phoebe gritted her teeth, saying unhappily, "Get out of the way. Having to deal with important matters, I have no time to bother with you."

As Phoebe was about to go around from the side, Helena immediately took two steps to the side and stopped her again.

Looking hostile, she spoke even more meanly and loudly, "Didn't you hear what I said? People like you don't deserve to stay in the Fraser family, let alone be qualified to hang around in front of Stanford. If you are sensible, get out of my sight right now."

Hearing her words, Phoebe, who had been patient, was on the verge of breaking down at this moment.

She looked at Helena coolly and curled up the corner of her mouth, revealing a mocking sneer and saying, "Miss Fraser, you think too highly of yourself. On what grounds can you evict me? If I remember it correctly, you are from the side branch of the Fraser family, right? I'm a guest invited by Stanford. The host hasn't said anything yet. Why are you nagging here?"

Unexpectedly, Helena was startled by Phoebe's sharp sarcasm abruptly. Looking gloomy, she couldn't utter a word.

In the Fraser family, everyone spoke to her gently. And no one had dared provoke her so sarcastically right in front of her.

And she found Phoebe's words harsh and intolerable. As her cheeks were burning, she felt that someone had slapped her in her face after she poked her nose in others' business.

"Miss Jenkins, how can you talk like that?" NôvelDrama.Org content.

Braylee stood in front of Helena and seemed to back her up, saying righteously, "Helena is from the Fraser family anyway. You are only a guest. How can a guest bully the host? This is just impolite."

Phoebe couldn't help but want to laugh.

Helena had scolded her right in front of her, which Braylee didn't consider inappropriate. And she had done nothing but refute with a few words. How come she hadn't been impolite?

Phoebe knew well in her heart that whatever she did, Braylee would treat her and Helena differently without sticking to her principles.

She said sarcastically, "Did I ridicule and bully her? Mr. Johnston, mind your words and be observant. I will only be polite to those who treat me politely. Miss Fraser is so rude, making me treat her so, which can't be more justifiable. Or do I have to be polite to a fly buzzing at me? Could it be that I have to giggle after being bitten?"

"How dare you call me a fly?"

Helena instantly flew into a rage intending to hit Phoebe fiercely.

Phoebe sneered mockingly, "Are you so anxious that you admit that you are as impolite as a dog?"

"You… you…you… I will kill you!"

Helena's eyes were red with anger. As she was about to lunge towards Phoebe, Braylee hurriedly grabbed her.

"Helena, calm down. Don't be angered by her. She's doing it on purpose. If you hurt her, she can pretend to be pitiful and complain to Stanford."

Phoebe raised her eyebrows. She never had such an intention. And Braylee had unfairly speculated on her motive with her despicable mind.

Sure enough, facing matters related to Stanford, Braylee was so imaginative.

Only then did Helena stop moving forward, glaring at Phoebe with her eyes filled with rage.

Moreover, she looked somewhat resentful.

She scolded, "Phoebe Jenkins, you, a walking disaster, have caused a lot of trouble to Stanford. How come you are so cheeky as to keep hounding Stanford?"

Hearing that she was addressed as a walking disaster, Phoebe was stung.

Her face changed. And she instantly looked gloomy.

Tensing her body up, she clenched her teeth and said in a low voice, "It's a matter between me and Stanford, which has nothing to do with you. Don't stand the way. Get lost."

Phoebe sounded so sharp and stern this time.

Seeing her fierce look, Helena was scared, subconsciously intending to back away.

Frowning slightly, Braylee rested her hand on Helena's shoulder, imperceptibly stopping her from retreating.

Helena was stunned. Only then was she emboldened.

She continued to scold Phoebe, "Do not assume that you can become a member of the Fraser family after you drug Stanford and make him unconscious. Let me tell you, you won't get what you want. As soon as you showed up, the head of our family was assassinated and almost died. The Fraser family was almost devastated, suffering a crisis that had never been seen in decades. All of these were brought about by you, a walking disaster. You are so ill-fated and unpredictable, no one in the Fraser family will acknowledge you. Without our approval, you'll never marry Stanford in this life."

Phoebe's face turned even paler, furrowing her eyebrows tightly. She was in a low mood.

She wondered who had addressed her as a scourge first. But it was like a virus that spread right from the time she had come to the Fraser family.

Originally, she planned to meet her future in-laws. Now, everyone in the Fraser family was hostile to her, treating her as a scourge.

Even the servants looked at her with disgust from time to time, intending to kick her out.

Phoebe had never been subjected to such a nuisance since she was a child. With her temper, she would have left here early. But Stanford was here.

She couldn't let him go.

She endured it and held herself back, thinking that after they got over this busy period and Stanford was done with tricky things in his hands, the situation would be somewhat improved.

Now that Alexander had been assassinated. The Turner family was attacking them hard. And they had to worry about the safety of Florence. The whole family was in a mess.

Naturally, no one could care about her either.

No one noticed that Phoebe was being marginalized, rejected, and prejudiced.

And she, once again, was enduring it and holding herself back, telling herself to hang on.

Helena pointed to the opposite way and said sarcastically, "Phoebe, if you are sensible and have some self-respect, hurry up and leave. Otherwise, Stanford will personally drive you away soon, which is gonna be so humiliating."

Judging from her look, she wanted Phoebe to disappear from the Fraser family in a minute. Neither would she make way for Phoebe.

Phoebe felt sullen. The aggravation that she had been keeping to herself these days was on the verge of overwhelming her.

Gritting her teeth, Phoebe said, "Get out of the way."

Stretching up her back and lifting her chest proudly, Helena raised her both arms and blocked her way.

"I won't. So what? Will you hit me? If you dare to do that, I can immediately have someone kick you out of the Fraser family."

By doing so, she looked like a shrewish scoundrel rather than an elegant lady raised by the Fraser family.

Phoebe felt that if she went on to bother with this annoying woman, she would fail to control herself and beat her up…

Phoebe no longer talked nonsense. Fiercely stepping forward, she knocked Helena's shoulder hard.

She was so strong that Helena was caught off guard, taking several steps sideways.

Helena shrieked furiously, "Phoebe Jenkins, how dare you bump me? I'll have someone beat you to death."

"Do as you please."

Phoebe paused, turned sideways, and looked at Helena indifferently. She wasn't deterred, looking sarcastically flamboyant.

"Try it. If I am injured, the way you see it, will Stanford help you or defend me?"