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Chapter 144 The Lamb and the Liar 

Maya waved it off. “He looks just like me, so obviously his personality’s gonna be like mine too.” 

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Early on, Lawrence had been a sweet, naive little thing. Soft-tempered. Never got mad. The easiest target in the world. 

“You? Good personality?” Toby actually laughed. A genuine, unprecedented laugh. 

All those times Maya had pinned him down and pummeled him, and here she was claiming she had a nice temperament. Unbelievable. 

“What’s so funny?” 

She stepped forward, ready to punch him in the stomach, but thought better of it and pulled back. She gave him a light tap instead. 

“Mom loves girls, right? So I’ll just put him in my clothes.” Maya’s eyes lit up. “That way, Mom gets a classy daughter!” 

It was perfect. 

Toby was pretty. No one could deny that. But his kind of pretty was sharp and boyish, edged with something almost dangerously striking. He’d look ridiculous in girls’ clothes. 

And his family would never have allowed it anyway. 

But Lawrence? Fair game. 

When they were small, she and Lawrence used to swap outfits all the time. Most people couldn’t tell them apart. 

Toby’s eyes widened. 

This entire line of conversation was a little too out there for someone raised the way he’d been. He shut it down without hesitation. “Absolutely not.” 

Maya couldn’t have cared less about his opinion. She was just giving him advance notice. “I’ll talk to Mom about it.” 

She wasn’t asking for his permission. Expecting him to go soft? She’d have better luck with Wendy. Wendy was the only one in this house who actually made decisions. 

With that, Maya shoved him out of the room without a shred of remorse. Alfred got tossed out too. The door shut behind them. 

Toby stood in the hallway, staring at the closed door. Alfred stood beside him, staring at the same door. 

Silence. 

“That’s rough,” Alfred said quietly. 

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It was unclear whether he meant himself or Toby. 

The door was shut. Maya leaned against it and took a deep breath. The room was quiet. Nothing but the warm glow of the wall lamp, falling over the small figure standing with his head down. 

She watched him. 

“Lawrence.” Each word landed with weight. “Are you really going to keep pretending you don’t know me?” 

He visibly froze. His head, which had been lowered, lifted slightly. 

Then, almost involuntarily, he stepped back. Lawrence’s first instinct was surprise, and years of daily performance kicked in before anything else. The startled expression came automatically. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…” 

“You weren’t like this in our last life. So what exactly are you playing at?” Maya couldn’t hold back anymore. 

The bluntness of it hit like a truck. No warning, no buildup. 

Lawrence locked up completely. He couldn’t cry. He couldn’t smile. He just stood there, staring at her, blank and hollow, like something inside him had short-circuited. His eyes went wide. His pupils trembled. And nothing came out. 

Maya didn’t want to give him time to regroup. She didn’t do hesitation. She’d shut the door so she could say everything at once and get it all out in the open. 

“I don’t want to relitigate the past. There’s no point. Really. I’m not going to ask why you abandoned me. And I don’t care why you’ve been avoiding me. 

“Everyone’s got their reasons. And honestly, I never tried to come find you either. I always figured you’d be happier without me around.” 

She paused. “What I never expected was that you had memories from our last life too. “So. Are you ready to actually talk to me? Lawrence Jackson.” 

She called his full name. No nickname. 

It triggered a flash of ancient, primal fear. The kind that came from being bossed around by Maya. 

“I… I thought…” 

Lawrence’s brain seemed to rust over. He couldn’t make it turn. After a long pause, words came out broken, like he was assembling each sentence by hand. “That not seeing each other was better for both of us.” 

He’d never imagined she had memories too. 

And suddenly, every strange thing, every piece that hadn’t fit, clicked into place. Lawrence stared at her. stunned. 

Maya could see his fingertips shaking. 

“Then… in your last life,” he said softly, his voice dry and cracking, barely recognizable. “Were you okay?” 

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Maya caught the fear in him. He was terrified of her answer. She froze for a second, then understood. 

She opened her mouth and, instinctively, reached for comfort. “Of course. I was fine.” 

He looked at her. His lips curved into the faintest, gentlest smile. 

“That’s really good to hear.” His voice was soft. Quiet. Sweet as a lamb. 

Liar, he thought. 

He knew her better than anyone alive. 

Maya knew her own words sounded hollow too. 

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