This Time Hi Be the Villain’s Favorite Daughter novel Chapter 9

Chapter 9 Third Brother, Toby

The 13-year-old boy had rare, pitch-black eyes. His skin was pale in an almost sickly way, his lips faint in color. His features were strikingly sharp, his slightly curled black hair falling softly against his cheeks. adding to an almost eerie kind of beauty.

Sometimes, disliking someone was subjective.

But beauty was objective.

And the boy in front of her was objectively, overwhelmingly good-looking.

Maya froze, staring.

“Hello, Maya.”

He spoke with a gentle smile, extending his hand toward her.

It was an invitation to shake hands, elegant, polite, and flawless.

A light gray cashmere sweater hugged his slender frame, the collar revealing a hint of a white shirt underneath.

His gaze lowered slightly as he looked down at her, every movement carrying an air of effortless nobility.

That unmistakable aura of someone born above others hit her straight in the face.

Maya instinctively took a step back and didn’t take his hand.

The moment she stepped back, Toby’s smile dimmed.

Alfred stood up from the couch and walked over to Maya’s side, calling out, “Hey, Toby.”

Toby’s gaze shifted to Alfred, the coldness in his eyes softening slightly.

He nodded, his tone easing. “Hey, Alfred.”

Wendy ignored the subtle tension between the children, smiling as she set the luggage down. “This is Toby. He’s eight years older than you. He’s been staying at your Grandpa’s place, but he finally has time to come home for a few days.

“Toby, this is Maya.” She ruffled Maya’s hair, her gaze gentle.

“You’ll all get along well, right?” she added, her tone lifting as she looked at Toby.

Toby smiled softly. “Of course, Mom.”

Maya wisely stayed silent.

She trusted her instincts, and Toby’s hostility toward her was practically spilling over.

She remembered what Raymond had told her before he left.

10:11 Fri, May 1

Chapter 9 Third Brother Toby

If you run into Toby, greet him with your fists.

She unconsciously clenched her hand, then looked at Toby’s fragile, almost delicate appearance

Maybe… I should hold back if I can.

After all, it feels like if I punch him, he might cry for a long time.

Wendy wasn’t interested in the slightly off atmosphere between the kids. Nothing major would happen anyway. After a few casual reminders, she turned and went into the kitchen to start preparing dinner.

The moment the kitchen door closed, the warm mask on Toby’s face disappeared instantly.

What replaced it was undisguised scrutiny and disgust.

He didn’t move. He simply shifted slightly and refocused his gaze on Maya.

“I’m curious,” he said. “Did Dad run a background check? Someone like you, abandoned by your own parents, probably has some kind of defect or issue that normal people can’t tolerate, right?”

He tilted his head slightly, as if thinking. “Oh, right. You worked so hard to squeeze your way into our family. What exactly were you after?”

Maya said nothing.

Wow. This guy really isn’t even trying to hide it.

The girl looked a little dazed, like she’d been stunned by the insult.

Seeing Maya at a disadvantage, Alfred’s expression gradually turned cold. He stepped in front of her, his pitch-black eyes filled with warning as he stared at Toby without blinking.

He didn’t say a word, but the protective stance said everything.

The curve of Toby’s lips flattened.

He looked at Alfred coolly.

His favorite little brother was actually standing in front of an outsider like this, guarding her against him.

It sparked a sharp sense of offense and anger.

Toby tilted his head, not bothering to deal with Alfred blocking his way at first.

He stepped forward, walking past his “idiot” brother and stopping in front of Maya. “Looks like Mom and Alfred have already been completely fooled by you.”

His eyes were cold as he looked her up and down. “You got straight out of an orphanage. Who knows if you brought back something filthy with you? Dad is really careless, bringing home just any stray cat or dog.

“An orphan like you, with no background, acting pitiful to gain sympathy…” The boy leaned closer, his voice soft but laced with contempt.

“You should’ve died a long time ago.”

To be fair, his cruelty wasn’t loud or explosive. It was cold, arrogant, and cutting.

After that entire string of insults, Maya was honestly stunned.

She’d seen all kinds of men in her previous life.

But guess what?

Someone like Toby, this exact flavor of awful, was a first.

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