Transmigrated as the Villain Boss's Precious Darling-Chapter 33: The Triggering Event

Old Master Tate was worried the situation would become even more tense. If they sent him somewhere else, he didn’t know if he would be able to make it through.

He was only in his early sixties, and his lifelong ambition to serve the country was still unfulfilled. If he died just like this, he truly could not rest in peace.

He also missed his wife and children abroad, but Old Master Tate was also thankful. Fortunately, his wife and children had not returned with him. It was enough that he suffered alone.

Adrian Hawthorne’s handsome face was covered in sweat. The hoe was a bit taller than him. Fortunately, he had eaten a lot of meat the night before, so he felt energetic now. In just one morning, he had managed to clear a large patch of wasteland.

He glanced out at the vast mountains. Just by crossing this one, he could reach the neighboring county of Wraven. Yet in four years, he had only left twice, and both times, he’d nearly run into trouble.

When those hooligans saw he wasn’t home, they would come over to harass his mother. Fortunately, he had returned just in time on those occasions, but after that, he no longer dared to leave.

He had promised his father he would protect his mother.

A man’s word is his bond, and he would keep it.

"It’s probably nothing serious, or it would’ve been on the broadcast. Besides, the Gang has already been smashed. Grandpa Tate, your spring is coming soon." Adrian Hawthorne’s gaze was resolute.

Old Master Tate sighed softly, not sharing Adrian Hawthorne’s optimism. "Right now, I just hope things don’t get worse. I’ll be content if we can just maintain the peace we have now."

Although life was meager, at least he wasn’t beaten and cursed at every day. For Old Master Tate, who had endured so much hardship, such a life was already heaven.

"Things will get better. It’s just a shame I can’t get out. You can’t even find a newspaper in this godforsaken village," Adrian Hawthorne said, extremely frustrated.

He really wanted to make a trip to the county town, but he couldn’t stop worrying about Rosalind Green.

"Why don’t you go out? I can watch things at home."

"Let’s wait a bit longer."

Adrian Hawthorne shook his head. Those hooligans had no respect for Old Master Tate. If things went badly, the old man himself could get hurt.

A sense of frustration grew in his heart. Adrian Hawthorne swung the hoe with force, venting his feelings on the earth. Old Master Tate watched him with pity. ’I really don’t understand Adrian Hawthorne’s father. How could he have the heart to leave his delicate wife and young child in this poor mountain village?’

’Although most of the villagers are simple and honest, there are always a few scoundrels and loafers. A beautiful, delicate woman like Rosalind Green is like a freshly cooked pot of red-braised pork, its fragrant aroma wafting out and attracting all the nearby hooligans. Adrian Hawthorne is so young, yet he has to bear a burden far beyond his years. Mr. Hawthorne is truly too cruel!’

"Mr. Hawthorne..."

The sweet call traveled from afar, scattering the gloom in the air. A muscle in Adrian Hawthorne’s brow began to twitch. ’That little fatty Tang is definitely here to cause trouble.’

Tang Xiaonan came skipping and hopping over. Adrian Hawthorne was working on the hillside behind the house, so he had seen her from a long way off.

"Hi, Grandpa Tate."

Tang Xiaonan greeted him with a beaming smile. ’This old master is an incredible figure, an internationally renowned economist. And his children are all very successful too. It’s just a shame...’

Her heart gave a lurch, sinking to the pit of her stomach. She had suddenly remembered something important.

’Old Master Tate was a major trigger for why Adrian Hawthorne eventually went mad. In about a year or two, Old Master Tate would be held down and beaten by several so-called progressive youths. Adrian Hawthorne wasn’t home at the time. By the time he got back, the old master was already half-dead, and he passed away not long after.’

’Because Old Master Tate was a capitalist-roader, the Millstone Peak Production Brigade reported the incident, but the higher-ups only sent down one functionary to conduct a perfunctory investigation. The whole affair was just dropped after that.’

’But Adrian Hawthorne was deeply traumatized by it. Back then, the book’s description of him was—’