Transmigrated as the Villain Boss's Precious Darling-Chapter 160: Going to the Xavier Family

Nancy felt like she was dying. Her hand hurt so badly she could barely breathe, and her vision kept fading to black. In both of her lives combined, she had never felt such pain. In her past life, her parents may not have cherished her, but they’d never deprived her of anything material. They never hit her either; the worst they did was not care about her.

She’d never really suffered any physical hardship; what she lacked was affection.

But in that moment, Nancy had a sudden epiphany. ’It doesn’t really matter if you lack affection. As long as your body isn’t being tortured, that’s good enough.’ By that standard, her parents from her past life were actually pretty decent.

"Dad... Mom... Nancy’s going to die from the pain..."

Nancy didn’t know if she was calling out to her parents from this life or her last. Her mind was a hazy mess. She lay limply on the ground, and the sight of her twisted right wrist filled her with both pain and fear.

’If my wrist doesn’t heal properly, I’ll be disabled for life.’

"Don’t be afraid, Mr. Sutton will take you to get your hand looked at. It’ll stop hurting soon."

Melanie tried to pick Nancy up, but she couldn’t manage it after several attempts. She was short and petite, and not very strong. Nancy’s weight was truly a heavy burden for her.

"What are you standing there gawking for, Teacher Golding? Hurry and lend a hand!"

Melanie glared at Phoenix Golding in disapproval. ’Standing there like a block of wood. She’s the one who broke this little girl’s hand, and she has the gall to act so unconcerned. How heartless can she be?’

Phoenix Golding was, in fact, just spacing out. She hadn’t meant to break Nancy’s hand; she’d only wanted to teach her a small lesson. ’Who knew the wretched girl was made of glass? One little touch and she shatters. What rotten luck.’

’Still, she wasn’t too worried. A few careless words would be enough to handle Felix Thorne. As for the school, she wasn’t concerned in the slightest. She had already greased the right palms higher up; even the principal was powerless against her.’

"I can’t get up. My back feels like it’s broken."

Phoenix Golding groaned theatrically, secretly gritting her teeth. ’That damned girl is built like a young bull.’ Her back wasn’t broken, of course, but her rear was aching fiercely. Besides, she had no intention of carrying Nancy, so she simply sat on the ground and played dead.

Melanie saw right through her act and sneered. Just as she was about to go get help, Jim Thorne burst in like a whirlwind. When he saw his sister, nearly unconscious from the pain, his eyes turned bloodshot. He had no time to deal with Phoenix Golding; he just scooped Nancy into his arms.

"Don’t be afraid, Nancy. I’m taking you to the hospital!"

"Third Brother, it hurts so much..."

Nancy felt like she was really going to die from the pain. She’d never suffered this much in two lifetimes. ’My hand is definitely broken. I wonder what the medical care is like these days... can they even set it properly? What if they set it crooked?’

Jim’s heart ached for her. He shot a venomous glare at Phoenix Golding on the floor. If he didn’t have to rush his sister to the hospital, he would kill that woman right then and there.

A shiver ran down Phoenix Golding’s spine, a chill creeping up her back. ’I’d forgotten about those hooligans from the Thorne family.’ She wasn’t afraid of much else, but she was terrified those three brothers would go after her son behind her back. ’I’ll have to have a word with Felix Thorne later. Make him discipline his sons and daughter properly.’

Jim Thorne rushed out of the school with Nancy in his arms. For a moment, he had no idea where to go, pacing anxiously. Melanie came over and said, "Let’s go to the Xaviers’. Follow me."

Although more than half the families in Xavier Village shared the Xavier name, only one household was worthy of being called "the Xavier family"—Clayton Xavier’s household. Despite the current ’special times’, the Xavier family’s prestige in the village remained intact.

For one, Old Mrs. Xavier was a gracious and well-respected woman, and the people of Xavier Village were grateful to her. For another, whenever the villagers had a headache or a fever, they never went to the hospital. Instead, they would go to the Xavier family for some medicine. It didn’t cost a penny, and it always worked wonders.