Villain’s Favorite 11

Chapter 11 My Only Brother 

After getting into two fights in a single day and burning off that much energy, Maya actually slept incredibly well for once. 

The next morning, after washing up, the only ones at the table were Alfred and Toby. 

Wendy was cleaning the other rooms, poking her head out to call, “Alfred, Maya, can you two walk to school together this morning?” 

Alfred replied, “Of course.” 

Maya wasn’t exactly a little kid either, so she answered right away, “We can, Mom!” 

The school wasn’t far from their apartment, and she never had to worry about her sons. With Raymond gone, handling three kids alone was a lot, so once both children agreed, Wendy felt reassured enough to keep cleaning. 

Maya pulled out a chair, sat next to Alfred, and picked up a slice of toast, nibbling on it slowly. 

For once, Toby didn’t open his mouth to insult anyone. 

The boy’s pale, handsome face had taken two solid beatings, and after a night of swelling, it was now a mix of blue and purple. Paired with his current gloomy expression, he looked downright ridiculous. 

“Haha.” Maya glanced at him and laughed, completely unapologetic. 

Toby’s fingers tightened around his spoon, the tips turning pale. Sticking to the rule of not talking while. eating, he forced himself to swallow his anger and continue breakfast. 

It was obvious that no matter how much of a jerk Toby was, his upbringing still showed. 

Every movement followed proper dining etiquette. His posture was elegant, his eyes lowered, giving him an oddly well-behaved air. 

Maya finished eating quickly, got up, and was ready to head to school. 

The moment she stood, Alfred also set down his toast and followed after her. 

The two of them walked to school together. Kingsley wasn’t that far from home. 

On the way, Maya casually asked Alfred about Toby and what his deal actually was. 

The way he acted, like he ruled the world, was clearly not normal. 

“Toby lives with Grandpa, right?” she thought back to what Alfred had said before. “I kind of recognize his clothes. Those are worth thousands of dollars. Doesn’t he worry about getting robbed wearing that outside?” 

“Yeah, he lives with Grandpa,” Alfred said, his gaze distant. “Our family isn’t just rich. 

“Growing up in that environment, Toby probably really thinks he’s some kind of king or the ruler of the 

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Even Alfred hadn’t expected the Toby he hadn’t seen in years to turn out like this 

The price of Toby’s clothes wasn’t something you could fake, so Maya didn’t doubt him, but she was still a little stunned. 

Because in her mind, her dad ran a pig farm and her mom was a stay-at-home mom. They were just ordinary people. 

And now, she was being told that her grandpa’s side was anything but ordinary. It was hard to wrap her head around. 

“So why does Dad always look like he’s dying from work?” she blurted out. 

If Dad’s family is that rich, why is he working himself to death? 

The way Dad works, it honestly looks like he could drop dead from exhaustion anytime. 

“Grandpa’s money went to our uncle, Dad’s little brother,” Alfred replied. “Dad started his own business. It’s exhausting.” 

Okay, so the youngest son is always favored in big families. 

And honestly, Dad doesn’t exactly look like heir material anyway. 

But the favoritism is way too obvious!! 

“So Dad basically got… exiled from the family?” 

Alfred nodded without hesitation. 

“He hasn’t been back home in over ten years.” 

In other words, no matter how rich Philbert was, it had nothing to do with them. The only one close to him was Toby, who had been raised at his side. 

Maya finally got it. 

“He’s mentally unstable. Stay away from him,” Alfred said. If he hadn’t found Toby’s gun and removed the bullets last night, she probably would’ve been shot. 

Maya covered her face in misery. “It’s not that I don’t want to stay away. He’s the one who won’t leave me alone.” 

From the way Toby acted, there was no way he’d just let it go. 

So this is what those love-hate, trying-to-kill-each-other stories feel like in real life. 

Alfred hesitated for two seconds, then awkwardly hugged her in a rare show of comfort. “I’ll help you.” 

“You’re my only brother.” Maya sniffed softly. 

She looked as helpless as a kicked puppy. 

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That afternoon, Wendy picked her up again. The fun she had at school let her temporarily forget about Toby. 

Maya rushed inside with her backpack, changed her shoes, and ran to her room to drop her bag off. 

But the moment she pushed the door open, the scene inside made her freeze in place. 

Her room wasn’t small, but the closet alone took up nearly a fifth of it. 

Wendy loved dressing her up, and Maya had more clothes than everyone else in the family combined, the closet packed with all kinds of dresses. 

But today, every single one of her dresses had been thrown onto the floor, shredded to pieces. 

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