This Time, I'll Be the Villain's Favorite Daughter novel Chapter 253

This Time, I’ll Be the Villain’s Favorite Daughter

Chapter 253 The Past Can’t Be Changed

Edric wasn’t a crybaby–he was practically made of water!

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“Did you go hunting wild boars or something? Onyx, you’re so filthy, covered in blood.” Maya gave his head an experimental pat, and her fingertips brushed his tears, which left her a little exasperated.

So many tears, and he’s so dirty!

Blood everywhere.

Lucky for him, Maya wasn’t a neat freak, or she’d have bundled him up and tossed him out on the spot.

“Maya, I killed people. Seven of them.”

Edric held onto her, his tears swallowed up silently by the dark of night.

He killed people…

Seven!

It was honestly a pretty predictable answer, and Maya would have found it stranger if he hadn’t killed anyone, because if he really was Edric, then whatever he went through here was no surprise at all.

At its core, this place was nothing but his training ground.

“So?” Maya suddenly remembered what Edric had said earlier, and she asked with a mischievous streak, “Do you want me to comfort you?”

Edric paused, biting his lip, his big eyes brimming with tears.

“Is that okay?”

Maya said, “It’s okay.

“Don’t cry, don’t cry.” She wasn’t as hard–hearted as the grown Edric, and a kid suddenly turned into a killer was bound to have a breakdown.

Maya was older than him and still had nightmares, never mind that he was an honest–to- goodness little kid.

“Even if you’re a wicked kid beyond all redemption, it’s fine, because I’m no saint myself.

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Chapter 253 The Past Can’t Be Changed

“Like they say, what goes around comes around–so here’s a hug for you.”

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Maya wrapped her arms around the little kid and racked her brain to come up with a corny pickup line.

Edric had never heard of a corny pickup line before, but he still played along nicely and managed a smile.

Only when she saw he’d stopped crying did Maya quietly let out a breath of relief.

Oh gosh!

So this is how terrifying a crying kid can be.

“Onyx, are you done crying? If you’re done, come help me with something.” She pried him back a little, then darted over to the killer sprawled on the ground and pulled out a gun on a shoulder sling.

It sat heavy in her hand.

Maya stashed the gun away, crouched down, grabbed hold of the corpse, and looked up at Edric. “Think the two of us can manage to get rid of this body?”

Maya realized that ever since she’d decided this was the kid version of Edric, she’d started acting more like a preschool teacher.

There was no helping it, since in her eyes, the boy he’d been as a child and the man he’d grown into were two completely different people.

Edric pressed his lips together, nodded hard, gave a muffled grunt of agreement, and ran over on his own to help her drag the body.

Maya couldn’t stop her heart from going soft.

One look up at him like this brought to mind the sinister face of his grown–up self—the one who’d softly threatened her over the phone with something like, “I hope you won’t come crying for me to let you out.”

Then she’d look back at the little boy’s obedient face, and Maya felt like she was developing a split personality.

Such a good boy, Onyx.

Such a revolting man, Edric!

The boy dragged the body while choking down his fear.

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Maya dragged the body while fighting the urge to throw up.

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She realized in despair that even with siblings working together, work was still exhausting.

Alfred and George really were better suited to this job after all.

Those two would absolutely be experts at destroying a body and covering the tracks.

She, Edric, and Toby–the three useless ones–were hopeless at it.

After the grueling job of sinking the body in the sea, Maya led him to a cave to rest for a bit.

So tired…

They were both wiped out.

It wasn’t just physical–it was more a weariness of the mind.

Maya leaned against the stone wall. The first time had been rough, but the second came easier, and her nerves were perfectly steady now–after killing someone, she even felt like she could sink into a deep sleep.

Edric rested his chin on his knees and glanced at her, and seeing she wasn’t asleep, he murmured, “Maya.

“How did you know my

name?”

He’d wrestled with it for a moment before finally asking, and now he fell silent.

He couldn’t have misheard a moment ago.

Edric hadn’t meant to ask.

Everyone had secrets.

He’d always understood that making friends meant knowing your limits, that you couldn’t pry too much or test a friend’s privacy.

Learning to feign ignorance at the right moments was the real key to keeping a relationship.

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