This Time Hi Be the Villain’s Favorite Daughter novel Chapter 2

Chapter 2 My Internationally Wanted Father

That night, after getting cleaned up. Maya sat obediently on the bed in her pajamas.

The woman beside her dabbed baby cream onto her fingertips and patiently rubbed it in circles over the frostbitten patches on the girl’s face.

“Maya, do you wanna sleep with me tonight?

“Alfred used to be scared of ghosts too and wanted to sleep with me all the time, so don’t be shy.” Worried the child might not adjust to a new environment, she spoke softly, “I will always stay with you.”

Hearing that, Maya was actually a little surprised.

Even someone like Alfred, with that calm, almost robotic personality, got scared of ghosts?

“It’s okay, Mom, I can sleep alone. I’m not scared of ghosts.” The girl shook her head quickly, looking like she was trying very hard to refuse, which made Wendy smile.

Not wanting to pressure her, she didn’t insist.

“Alright, then. Goodnight, Maya.”

The woman gently kissed her cheek, patted her head, and helped turn off the lights.

Maya waved her hand, her voice soft. “Goodnight, Mom.”

After the door was fully closed and the room fell dark. Maya opened her eyes wide, staring at the faint sliver of light coming through the crack under the door, slightly lost in thought.

Maya could tell this family was a little strange.

She had always been highly perceptive growing up. Her sense of smell, taste, hearing, and even her learning speed all put her ahead of everyone around her.

Maya lightly rubbed against the soft blanket.

But she really liked Wendy.

Besides, she wasn’t actually a real child.

So even if this family was a little strange, it didn’t matter.

She would try her best to pretend not to notice and ignore anything that didn’t make sense.

At the same time, after closing the door, Wendy immediately returned to the living room and called for a family meeting.

Looking at Raymond sitting in the chair and her youngest son, who was engrossed in building blocks with his head down, she clapped her hands sharply to get their attention. When both of them looked over, the woman sat down on the couch, crossing her legs About how were going to live from now on, do you have any thoughts?”

Thoughts?

Under the lights, Raymond’s complexion looked even paler. He smiled slightly. “Honey, you don’t seriously think one child is gonna change our lives, do you?”

He liked things to stay exactly the same. Bringing this child back wasn’t meant to change anything.

“Why not?” Wendy said seriously. “Don’t you think there isn’t a single normal child in this house?”

Raymond didn’t think much of it.

His wife’s desire for a daughter had already reached a borderline crazy level.

When Alfred was born, the first thing she did was pull back the swaddle to check the baby’s gender.

He still remembered how Wendy froze after looking, then muttered blankly, “Honey, why does my daughter have a little dick?”

He didn’t know what to say.

“So what do you wanna do, Mom?” Alfred put down the toy in his hands.

He knew very well that once his mother made up her mind, nothing would change it, and arguing was pointless.

The boy spoke calmly, “I don’t hate her. I’ll do whatever you say.”

Wendy’s voice instantly turned soft enough to melt. “Alfred, you really are my good boy.”

She bent down and rubbed her son’s face. “First, we can’t let Maya know what our family does.”

Wendy had never raised a normal child. Her sons had been born into a life of constant assassination attempts from enemies.

When she gave birth to George, on the very first day after leaving the hospital, she held the baby in one arm and shot down an attacker from about 300 feet away. The record was solid proof.

Her sons had basically faced assassination attempts and gunfire since they were only a few years old, moving from place to place across the world. Their adaptability was extremely strong. They could watch their parents kill without even changing expression and could even calmly finish someone off.

In other words, only the strong were worthy of being their children.

But Maya was a completely ordinary little girl from an orphanage. They had to treat her differently.

“If Maya finds out what we do, she’ll be terrified.” Wendy spoke with clear reasoning, one arm draped around Raymond’s neck as she said softly, “Honey, you don’t want our daughter telling people at school that her father is the leader of an international assassin organization, do you? You’re still on the bounty list, dear. Raymond met his wife’s serious gaze and raised an eyebrow. “So?”

Wendy pressed on. “You don’t want her future essay topic to be ‘My Internationally Wanted Father, right?”

Meeting his wife’s gentle yet dangerous gaze, Raymond finally let out a long sigh and gave in. “I’ll do my best to cooperate.”

Wendy went on a late-night online shopping spree and showed up at Maya’s door the next morning, still full of energy despite not sleeping.

Maya rubbed her eyes, half-lidded and still drowsy. “Mom?”

Her pronunciation was clear, but her voice naturally sounded soft and sweet.

Wendy, who had given birth to four sons, was instantly enchanted by that “Mom,” clutching her chest like she’d lost all sense of the world.

I’ll kill the president for her if she wants, as long as she calls me “Mom”!

Wendy had once stood at the absolute top of the assassination world.

After carrying out an assassination on a newly appointed powerful figure, just as she elegantly concealed her weapon and turned to leave, she ran into Raymond, who had also come to carry out a long-range sniper assassination.

On the top floor, amid the screams and chaos as people fled after the president’s assassination, the two of them fell in love at first sight and got married.

Wendy wasn’t some bloodthirsty killer. Compared to drifting from place to place, she’d always wanted to settle down as soon as possible.

And after washing her hands of that life, her only wish was to have a daughter.

After four straight sons, Wendy started blaming everything-including Raymond’s family grave. One night, fed up and not thinking straight, she went out and dug it up.

When she came back, Raymond lazily lifted a strand of her dirt-streaked hair and said with regret, “I think I remembered wrong. My dad’s still alive. You dug up the wrong grave, honey.”

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