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Chapter 15 Not Even Curious 

Wendy immediately looked like she’d just had a revelation. “You’re right, Maya. Why didn’t I think of that? 

“He was so weak when he was little that I didn’t even dare touch him. Your dad was afraid I’d accidentally kill him, so he sent him to your Grandpa when he was a 3-month-old baby.” 

At the mention of Philbert, Wendy’s expression instantly turned dark. “And look what happened. He raised my son into… this.” 

One look at Wendy’s face, and Maya knew the plan had worked. 

Her smile spread wide. 

Kids who caused trouble usually just had too much free time. 

Crazy, unhinged behavior? Easy, just put him through training. 

Once he was busy training, he wouldn’t have time to stir things up. 

Toby, who had been quietly eating the whole time, paused. 

His pupils shrank slightly. Too shocked to care about table manners, he blurted out, “Me? Training?” 

The boy tilted his head in disbelief, trying to find any trace of a joke on her face. “Mom, are you serious?” 

Wendy smiled back at him. “When have I ever joked, Toby?” 

She delivered the final verdict. 

“Finish eating, rest for two hours, then come to the living room. 

“I will personally design your training plan.” 

Toby was at a loss. 

He slowly turned his head, his gaze like poison as it stabbed straight at the culprit, Maya. 

Maya returned him a bright, radiant smile. 

I move freely in this house, fearless and unstoppable! 

Toby had only ever learned basic high-society etiquette and some flashy but useless self-defense. 

In front of Wendy, he was nothing but a decorative shell, worse than even a kid like Maya. 

“Weak wrists, unstable footing. Your grandpa must be senile. What’s the point of learning all that showy nonsense?” she said gently, gripping his thin shoulder. 

With just a bit of force, Toby dropped to his knees, his face going pale from the pain, unable to get back up. 

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He’s too weak. 

A son this useless, if he were out there alone, he’d probably die easily. 

Wendy had an almost obsessive paranoia when it came to her children’s safety. Driven by that anxiety, she stayed up overnight to design a training plan for him. 

The high-intensity training day after day left him exhausted, and finally, he had no time to cause trouble. 

Maya could finally breathe. 

She went to and from school as usual, occasionally getting dragged into training alongside Toby under Wendy’s watchful eye. 

After a while, Maya realized something: Toby didn’t seem to go to school at all. 

“You don’t go to school?” 

As she packed her bag to leave, she couldn’t help asking. 

He shot her an annoyed glance. Maybe out of boredom, he actually lowered himself to answer. “I’m temporarily taking a break from school.” 

“Why?” Maya scratched her head. “Did you get bullied?” 

The moment she said it, she almost laughed at herself. 

With how arrogant and vicious he is, who would dare bully him? 

“Of course not.” Toby sneered at her naïveté, his expression matter-of-fact. “Someone in my class talked trash about me behind my back. When I found out, I had people beat him up. 

“It got a little out of hand. Someone died.” The boy kept playing a shooting game on his phone, swiping, aiming, firing. The sound of consecutive headshots echoed from the device. 

He spoke casually. “I only said a couple of things. Who knew those idiots would bully him to death? What does that have to do with me? His parents were ridiculous too. They actually thought they could get the school to expel me.” 

Maya had no words. 

From start to finish, Toby never even looked up from his game while talking about the classmate who died. 

As if a human life meant less than a match in his game. 

Growing up in that environment, Toby had understood power from a young age. With overwhelming wealth and his striking looks, he stood at the center of his elite school. 

With just one sentence from him, people would rush to please him by targeting whomever he disliked. 

People like him were experts at using others as weapons. 

“You really are a complete piece of trash.” 

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Hearing a five-year-old girl call him trash. Toby’s finger paused. His tone lifted slightly. 

“Trash?” 

He set his phone down, looked up, and smiled faintly. “Then what does that make you, keeping company 

with trash? 

“Come to think of it, Dad and Mom haven’t told you what our family really does, have they?” Toby’s smile turned malicious. 

For some reason, he suddenly looked forward to seeing how Maya would react once she found out the 

truth. 

So he decided not to tell her yet. 

He’d wait until she was fully immersed in the fake warmth this family had built, then shatter it. 

Will she cry? 

Break down? 

Try to run away? 

He really wanted to see it. 

Maya picked up on the implication instantly. She neither feared it nor felt any curiosity. She lifted her chin slightly. “So what? I don’t care.” 

At her core, Maya was just as cold. 

She’d grown up in an orphanage, fighting other kids for food, doing whatever it took to win favor. From a young age, she’d already seen too much ugliness between people. 

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