This Time, I'll Be the Villain's Favorite Daughter novel Chapter 398

Chapter 398 Brother

“Haha, Ms. Clark is

Thy just seeing her puts me in a better mood”

“That’s why Mr. Clark calls her the family’s little sunshine”

Alfred thought they were far too noisy

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The servants in his house never talked this much.

Ms. Clark?

Do they mean Maya?

He walked down the long corridor, passing one room after another. Then he went up to the second flo and followed the hallway all the way to the end.

Soon, the laughter of a little girl drifted out from behind a half-open door

Alfred stopped.

Instead of pushing the door open, he stepped to the side and looked through the gap.

Inside the room, he saw Kaia.

The girl was playing with someone. She wore a bright, carefree smile, completely defenseless and genuinely happy.

Alfred remembered that when Maya was little, she had once been afraid of this girl.

She had never explained why.

He had guessed at countless reasons, only for Maya to dismiss every single one.

Silently, Alfred watched the innocent smile on Kaia’s face.

Perhaps this time, he could finally uncover the truth.

Maya’s room was at the other end of the hallway.

Compared to Kala’s room, this place was so quiet that it hardly felt like a child’s bedroom.

The door was closed, and no hight showed beneath it.

The person moside

dio be asleep.

Using the key he had taken, he unlocked the door

Then he closed it bebind tom.

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His movements were careful. Even the click of the lock was almost impossible to hear.

Hearing the sound, the girl cautiously poked her head out.

She thought it was the nanny.

Sometimes the nanny would check on her in the middle of the night to make sure she hadn’t kicked off her blanket, even though she never did.

But it wasn’t the nanny.

A stranger had entered.

And he was a man.

“Who are you?”

Maya Clark…

No.

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To be precise, Maya Jackson.

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Like a little hedgehog sensing danger, the girl instantly raised all her defenses. She backed away, grabbed pillow, and held it in front of herself and her doll, trying to protect them from this unknown visitor.

“My name is Alfred.”

Maya remained wary. “I’ve never seen you before.”

Then she added firmly, “And I don’t know you either!”

Alfred said nothing. He simply looked at her.

One hundred and thirty-seven times.

She had died one hundred and thirty-seven times.

Every single time, without hesitation.

His gaze rested on the girl’s face.

This was his little sister.

The little sister he had watched grow up. The one who had always hidden behind him

And also the sister who had turned around and walked away when she grew up, never once looking back.

Countless thoughts surged through his mind.

In the end, they all sank into the deepest part of his heart and became a sigh of overwhelining relief.

His sister was alive.

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At that moment, a sharp ache gripped his throat, tightening inch by inch. His eyes burned uncontrollabl

So it wasn’t that he lacked emotions.

Just seeing her like this, safe and unharmed, was enough to make him want to cry with gratitude.

He stared at her for a long time before speaking softly, almost reverently.

“You can treat me as your… brother.”

“I don’t have a brother.”

Clutching her doll, she took another half-step back and stared warily at the boy who had suddenly appeared.

Her hair hung loose around her shoulders. A few strands stuck to her cheeks, making it obvious that she had been crying.

She hugged the worn doll tightly, as if it were her only shield.

After a moment of hesitation, Maya added, “I only have a younger brother.”

Alfred didn’t move any clos

His gaze fell on the redness around her eyes. “You were crying.”

A puzzled expression appeared on his face. “Why were you crying?”

Had someone made her sad?

Maya thought this person was very strange.

‘You’re weird.” She pouted, hugging the doll even tighter. “If crying, it’s obviously because I’m sad. It’s not like I’d cry because I’m happy.”

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Alfred was silent for two seconds. When he spoke again, his voice was soft and gentle, like he was coaxing an angry little kitten.

“Then… could you stop crying? When you cry, I feel unhappy too.”

Maya froze.

Then she lifted her chin and raised her voice. “Then be unhappy! I’m going to cry!”

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