This Time, I'll Be the Villain's Favorite Daughter novel Chapter 278

Chapter 278 Build a Snowman With Me

Maya’s sense of smell had always been sharp.

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The moment Edric had hugged her just now, she’d caught something stronger than the faint antiseptic scent that always clung to him–a thick smell of gun smoke.

A little surprised by how keen her nose was, Edric lied without batting an eye. “I just had a quick argument with one of our relatives. I wasn’t at the shooting range.”

“Really?”

Maya didn’t buy it.

He’d definitely fired a gun.

“All right.” There was no reason for Edric to keep up the act.

A faint smile curved the young man’s lips, light and unhurried. “I did fire one shot, but he might not die, so don’t be scared.”

Might not die…

Which meant there was still a chance he would?

Maya immediately closed her mouth and didn’t press any further.

Edric had some food sent over to tide them over.

After a good sleep to get their strength back, they were whisked off for a full medical checkup the moment they stepped off the helicopter.

Neither of them was really hurt, and aside from a few minor scrapes and bumps, a little ointment and one night’s sleep were about all it took for the soreness to fade.

The doctor said the two of them were in great shape and healed quickly, and that before long there wouldn’t even be any scars left.

By midday, the sky was hazy and gray with no sun in sight, and snow had piled up on the bare branches, the whole scene like a faded, colorless painting.

Wendy hurried the three kids inside.

Then she crouched down and looked Maya and Alfred over from head to toe.

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Chapter 278 Build a Snowman With Me

“Arms still attached. Legs not broken.”

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She had the two of them walk back and forth a couple of steps, and once she was sure they were fine, the knot of worry in her chest finally loosened.

The corners of her mouth tilted up, and she lifted her head. “Honey, see? I told you the two of them get along great as brother and sister.

“Edric kept both of them safe and sound the whole time on that island.”

There was a smug “I told you so” in her tone.

“Mm–hmm.” Leaning against the doorframe, Raymond confirmed for himself that the two really were fine, then drawled in the most half–hearted tone imaginable, “You’re an absolute genius, honey!”

You could practically hear him stretch the word out.

Wendy shot him a glare.

Even Edric was a little worn out by now, but Maya was a genuinely high–energy kid.

The first thing a normal person would do after coming home from that kind of kill–or–be- killed situation would probably be to collapse on the couch and scroll through their phone.

But not Maya.

Especially after sleeping a full day and recharging completely, she couldn’t have cared less that her little bumps and scrapes still ached faintly. The first thing she did once she was home was tear through every cabinet and drawer looking for a shovel.

“What are you looking for?” Alfred crouched down in the doorway.

“A shovel.” Maya had thrown the contents of the cabinet into complete disarray. “A shovel for building a snowman. I’m pretty sure I put it here last year.”

“It’s snowing outside.”

“I know.” Maya fished a little pink shovel out of the back of the cabinet, held it up, and gave it a look. “That’s exactly why we should build a snowman.

“You promised me. You said the two of us would build one together once we got back from the training grounds.”

Alfred tilted his head, looked out at the blanket of white beyond the window, thought it over, and said, “Okay, then I’ll go find some stuff to decorate it with.”

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It didn’t snow here every year.

But the last few years had brought heavy snow right around New Year’s.

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Last year the two of them had stood in the yard and clumsily put together a lopsided snowman -a carrot for the nose and two lumps of coal for the eyes, so ugly that Raymond couldn’t stop laughing.

He didn’t stop until Wendy finally got fed up and booted him out of the room.

By the time Maya charged into the yard with the shovel over her shoulder, Wendy was making hot chocolate to warm all the kids up.

Spotting her daughter bouncing around in the snow through the window, she reached up and pushed it open, and a gust of cold air came rushing in.

“Sweetheart, aren’t you all going to get some rest?” she asked, puzzled. “You just got back. Aren’t you tired?”

“But Mom,” Maya raised the shovel in her hand and gave it a wave, “I already slept the whole day on the chopper, and nothing hurts anymore. Right now I want to build a snowman and take pictures.”

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