This Time, I'll Be the Villain's Favorite Daughter novel Chapter 266

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

Chapter 266 The Last Time He Cried

This counted as the brain’s instinctive protective mechanism.

A sentimental child wasn’t cut out to be a leader.

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Raymond was the type who felt no grief no matter which subordinate or friend of his died.

As long as the subordinates got replaced quickly, there was no sorrow, only indifference.

Unfortunately Edric didn’t quite manage that, having been born with a little extra softness, and it wasn’t until he’d grown up and lost enough that he gradually developed a numbed sort of feeling.

The word “loss” had run through most of Edric’s life.

By now Edric had slowly learned not to form a connection with anyone at all.

He digested Raymond’s words bit by bit, his head lowered, murmuring without realizing it, “So… none of those people died.”

Then did that also mean….

The story in the dream… wasn’t entirely a dream?

In Edric’s hazy dream, that trial hadn’t been all killing, and at the very beginning there’d even been a few warm moments.

It was just too blurry, so blurry he couldn’t call it back.

“Right, those companions of yours didn’t die.” Raymond said gently. “I seem to recall it was after that time that your personality turned reserved. Was it because you lost some important companion?

“You can go find them now. Don’t carry such a heavy psychological burden.”

Watching him and Maya square off a moment ago had already given Raymond a headache.

Was there anything this bunch of kids couldn’t just talk out?

“Dad, are you telling me all this because you want me to go easy on them?” Edric guessed at it a little, paused, then the curve of his lips widened slightly with a touch of self–mockery. “I’m not some devil. I won’t push them to the brink.”

Though at first he really hadn’t planned to show any mercy.

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Chapter 266 The Last Time He Cried

But now Edric had changed his mind.

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“Oh, by the way, Dad, is there a room for me here at the house?” Edric’s tone shifted naturally. “I’d like to stay home for a couple of days.”

Raymond was stunned.

He couldn’t help giving him a flat, deadpan stare. “What?”

Raymond really didn’t much care for kids.

He didn’t like any kind of kid.

The big ones were annoying, and the little ones were annoying too.

All he wanted was to run his cozy little day–to–day of killing alongside Wendy.

Not to be crammed in with a pack of kids chattering away, living in total chaos.

Raymond couldn’t muster a smile anymore. “I’ll go tidy up a room for you.

“How many days are you staying, Edric?”

Edric said, “Hard to say.”

Raymond was speechless.

He closed his eyes and went off to tidy up his son’s room, resigned to his fate, while Wendy was still in the kitchen puzzling over what to make for dinner.

The living room fell quiet all at once.

Edric leaned back against the couch, his head full of Raymond’s words. Your companions didn’t die.

Companions…

So, he and she should have been good friends, was that it?

Otherwise why would he feel so heartbroken even in a dream?

After washing up, Edric went upstairs without even eating dinner.

The freshly tidied room was clean and neat, and he had someone bring up some melatonin, swallowed it, buried himself entirely under the covers, pulled them over his head, and closed

his eyes.

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He still wanted to know what exactly had happened the year he was eight.

Those companions who’d survived…

And that person who, in the dream, had made him so sad he’d cried.

Maybe his waking thoughts had simply followed him into sleep.

The dream he had after falling asleep this time was far clearer than the one he’d just woken from.

“If you’re going to be my companion, you have to call me Big Sis.” She was especially full of swagger in the dream.

“If I get to see you again next time, I’ll definitely bring you home.

“The future’s good, and getting to know you was good too.

“Goodbye, Edric.”

The long, drawn–out old dream played out whole and complete in his memory.

Those three months together day and night counted as one of the few patches of brightness in his recollections.

For many years after that, Edric was always alone.

He recalled this faint, intangible dream—or rather, not a dream.

He knew full well that it had been real.

But at the same time, Edric felt a tremendous sense of absurdity.

After all, too long had passed, and that memory carried no real sense of reality for him, like watching someone else’s story.

Edric was a heartless person, and what passed away would be forgotten by him, the same as what disappeared.

The word “loss” had always stretched across the many years since he could first remember.

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