This Time, I'll Be the Villain's Favorite Daughter novel Chapter 118

Chapter 118 Disturb Who?

Lawrence tilted his head and looked at Thomas. At last, a slight flicke appeared in those hollow eyes

“Thank you. You finally acted like a human being for once today”

Receiving that kind of praise from his own son did not feel good at all

omas’s head began to ache faintly. The joy he had felt moments ago had been doused with a backs of

water, leaving nothing but bone-deep chill and helplessness.

wrence had his own channels, his own people he could use. Perhaps there were quite a few people in the use, and even in the company, who had already been bought over by him.

Otherwise, how had he known what Thomas planned to do next? How had he known when Thomas get the paternity test?

Logically speaking, a son who was smart and bold should have made any father proud from those two qualities alone.

But when Thomas saw those methods of pressure and surveillance, the kind meant for outsiders, being used on him instead, his heart sank to the bottom.

He no longer doubted that with Lawrence’s extreme personality, if no one stopped him, he really would destroy his own face.

Thomas still cared deeply about this son. Even if the boy had grown covered in thorns, the bond built over years of father and son was real.

And besides, that was the child his late wife had left/him, the continuation of their bloodline.

The standoff between father and son carried not even a trace of warmth.

Lawrence lowered his head and looked at the knife in his hand. Blood still stained the blade, glowing an eerie red under the light.

Once again, he could not help remembering the past.

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“Your personality is too extreme. You’ll only end up hurting yourself like this.” To be fair, his sister had always judged people accurately.

At the time, he had been thirteen and in his rebellious phase. He had asked back in a poor tone, “If I’m not extreme, who’s going to care about us? Should I become some stress toy everyone can squeeze whenever they feel like it?”

He refused to be a stress toy.

Maya had burst out laughing at the comparison. “Of course we’re not stress toys. It’ll be better when we grow up. Once we’re older, things definitely won’t always stay like this.”

had always been the optimistic one.

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ne with the terrible temper had always been him.

Lawrence expressionlessly tightened his grip on the knife

He had thought abou being softer too, about restraining his temper

But who could blame him for being only six years old pow

If he was not extreme enough, no one would listen to what a child said.

Silence followed.

While father and son were still in that tense negotiation. Kaia was playing, fide-and-week with the housekeeper around the corner of the hallway.

Whenever they played, she liked hiding in her father’s study the most, nestling into Thomas’s arms an acting spoiled.

Thomas would indulgently wrap her in his coat and help her hide.

She had barged into Thomas’s study more than once.

Disturb who?

Find what? What were they looking for?

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