This Time Hi Be the Villain’s Favorite Daughter novel Chapter 10

Chapter 10 He Starts the Fight and Then Cries

After a flurry of activity, Wendy finally finished making dinner. With a smile on her face, she pushed open the kitchen door, only to be greeted by Toby with cake all over his face and Maya looking like she’d just crawled out of a storm, her hair a complete mess.

Wendy paused.

The hands that had once calmly sniped targets from over 300 feet away now trembled slightly as she held the plate.

Wendy closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

She almost screamed.

Good Lord, what kind of chaos is this?!

“Toby?” She stared at the blood on Toby’s hand, her voice surprisingly steady.

At the sound of Wendy’s voice, Maya’s eyelashes trembled nervously

She scrambled up from the floor, suddenly realizing she’d acted too impulsively.

She’d been so focused on fighting back against that lunatic Toby that she forgot, no matter how awful he was, he was still Wendy’s biological son.

And one who had been sickly since childhood and had only just come back home.

Only to get beaten up by her.

Toby realized it too. He immediately got to his feet and complained without hesitation, “Mom, she actually hit me!

“Mom, hurry up and send her back. A wild girl like her doesn’t deserve to stay in our family-” His words tumbled out one after another, malice swirling in his eyes, as if he couldn’t wait to see Maya kicked out.

“Maya!!” Wendy’s gaze dropped, and she suddenly noticed her daughter’s hair. There was a chunk missing! Toby was about to keep talking when Wendy rushed past him, scooped up Maya, and pulled her into a tight hug, checking her over anxiously. “Baby, are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere? You scared me to death.

“Let me see your hair…”

Maya had already been slightly malnourished before, and after months of care, her hair had only just started to regain some color.

Wendy had been carefully taking care of those soft little curls every day.

She’d even been studying hairstyles online, determined to make her daughter the cutest kid in preschool.

And now, today, someone had ripped out her daughter’s hair.

Wendy held up the uneven strands, her heart breaking.

The smugness on Toby’s face froze.

Wait.

Isn’t the focus completely wrong?

Am I not the one who got beaten up?

My face is bruised and swollen, and my own mother is mourning a few strands of hair from her adopted daughter?

How is that fair?

He tried to steer things back on track, raising his voice, cold and sharp. “Mom, I got hit by her.”

He pointed at himself, emphasizing priority.

Wendy finally spared him a glance from the tragedy of Maya’s hair.

Then, in a completely matter-of-fact tone, she replied, “So what? You just got hit, but Maya lost a whole chunk of her hair!”

After saying that, Wendy went back to gently stroking the girl’s soft curls, looking like she was about to cry.

How am I supposed to style her daughter’s hair now?

Toby was speechless.

He swore no one in the next hundred years would ever understand his mother’s way of thinking.

A personality this abnormal could only be handled by someone like Raymond, who stayed calm even if the sky collapsed.

Facing his mother’s bizarre logic head-on again, Toby felt like he was about to explode.

Seeing Toby on the verge of blowing up, Alfred calmly handed him a towel. “Here.”

Toby took the towel and wiped the cream off his face expressionlessly.

Looking at his younger brother, then at his mother holding that adopted daughter, a strange, indescribable absurdity washed over him.

Since birth, Toby had been weak and sickly.

And because his parents’ line of work was too dangerous, he had spent most of his time with Philbert.

The wealthy and powerful old man had given him the confidence and the warped values to act without

restraint.

Under Philbert’s protection, he had never needed to hide his cruelty.

But now, an orphan had entered this family out of nowhere and made his mother completely ignore him.

At that moment, the urge to kill surged uncontrollably to its peak.

Alfred quietly watched Toby’s twisted, unhinged expression, thought for a moment, then turned and went upstairs first.

After showering, Toby skipped dinner entirely and went straight back to his room.

Downstairs, Wendy was gently blow-drying Maya’s half-dried hair while frantically searching on her phone for “how to make hair grow faster.”

She didn’t really care how Toby was doing.

Out of her four sons, Toby had always been the most willful.

Even though she’d expected some chaos, the full-on fight between the siblings still left a bit of a mark on her.

Thinking about Toby’s awful personality, she repeatedly told Maya to lock her door and go to bed early.

The day had been such a mess that Maya was genuinely exhausted.

“Okay,” she mumbled, her head nodding sleepily as she said, “goodnight, Mom.”

“Goodnight, Maya. Sweet dreams.”

Maya was truly worn out.

She fell asleep almost the moment her head touched the pillow. But as she drifted in and out of sleep, she seemed to hear the faint sound of someone tampering with the door.

Outside, the hallway was dimly lit.

Toby, dressed in dark pajamas, stood there like a ghost, using a small, specialized tool to work on the lock, a suppressed excitement and malice on his face.

A hand suddenly pressed down on the doorknob, stopping him from opening it.

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