Chapter 728: The Demeanor of a New Era Woman

Phoebe Thorne had actually known for a long time that Brian Chapman was fooling around with some young widow. But back then, he handed over his salary every month. For the children’s sake, she just pretended not to know and let it slide.

But Brian Chapman pushed his luck and stopped handing over his salary. That’s what finally made her decide on a divorce. What’s the point of keeping a man you get nothing from? Why not divorce him? It’s not like you could pickle him and sell him as cured meat.

The other women all nodded in sympathy. Nine out of ten men are dogs; very few can be truly faithful. To be honest, women don’t ask for much. You’ve got to have at least one of two things: his money or his heart.

If a man is considerate and completely devoted to his wife, then even if life is a bit of a struggle, her heart will still be full.

The alternative is a man who makes good money, so his wife doesn’t have to worry about a thing. Her heart might be aching, but she eats well, dresses well, and outsiders envy her for living a wealthy life. At the very least, it satisfies a woman’s vanity. If a man like that fools around, you grit your teeth and bear it for the children’s sake.

But the worst are the men who have nothing to offer. They’re useless, but they have a huge temper. They’re meek as a lamb in public but act like a king at home. You have to kick a man like that to the curb, no questions asked.

[Disclaimer: Don’t flame me. It’s not that my values are twisted; it’s that reality is just this frustrating. In today’s world, a good man who is both wealthy and sincere is rarer than a giant panda. You can only settle for second best—either for love or for money. If you can’t have either, a woman is better off staying single.]

"Rosalind, you should go see your husband before you decide anything," Fiona Rhodes stated plainly. "If he can still provide you with the life you had before, maybe you shouldn’t divorce him. It’s not guaranteed that the next man you find will earn as much, and besides, you two have a son."

The other women nodded in agreement. For the money and for their son, it was better to put up with it if she could.

Phoebe Huxley got so angry she slammed her hand on the table again. She pointed at Phoebe Thorne and the others and scolded, "Look at all of you, so spineless! Yes, Rosalind’s husband makes good money, but so does her son! She has access to money now, so why should she put up with this crap? Stop giving Rosalind such terrible advice."

Phoebe Huxley’s shouting stunned Phoebe Thorne and the others into silence. But she wasn’t wrong. Adrian Hawthorne earned a considerable amount of money, so even if Rosalind Green got divorced, she wouldn’t have to struggle.

Phoebe Huxley yelled at Rosalind Green, "You listen to me! Go to Tristone, find your husband, and see if he’s really shacked up with another woman. If he is, there’s no discussion—you divorce him, period. Who knows if that bastard has caught some filthy disease out there!"

Rosalind Green was taken aback. Her reluctance to leave Ethan Hawthorne suddenly cooled. She had heard stories about low-class prostitutes before; their final fate was usually to be riddled with foul diseases. By the time they died, their bodies were rotting, and no one would even be willing to bury them.

’I don’t know anything about that woman Ethan is with,’ Rosalind thought. ’But if she were from a respectable family, why would she willingly be a mistress? She must not come from a good background. Maybe Phoebe Huxley is right.’

"I’ll talk to Kenneth, then." Rosalind Green made up her mind. ’Seeing is believing,’ she thought. ’I really do have to make a trip to Tristone.’

"That’s the spirit!" Phoebe Huxley said, cheering her on. "Go see for yourself, then you can decide. Be confident! We’re women of the new era, not the old society. Why should we have to take any man’s crap?" Rosalind Green nodded, her back straightening a little as a look of determination settled on her face.

「And then—」

"Rosalind, let me know when you’re going. Bring me back a watch."

"Bring me back a mantel clock, just like the one you have. I love the DONG DONG DONG sound it makes."

"I want a watch, too! A Plum-brand one."

"Cheer up. Go out and have some fun. No worthless man is worth your tears. Oh, right, you should make a shopping list so you don’t forget anything."

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