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Chapter 17 Where Did Maya’s Fear Come From? 

“What are you, a bloodhound, Maya?” Raymond sighed, sounding a little helpless. 

Then he pinched her nose and gave her a quiet, blunt warning. “No more sniffing.” 

Raymond didn’t feel guilty about Maya finding out what he did for a living. 

He wasn’t some crazed killer. 

To him, killing was boring. 

It was just a job, no different from eating or going to work for normal people. 

But… 

Wendy was right. Maya was a timid kid. She’d get scared and run away. 

And to keep from losing his little sweetheart, he had no choice but to keep the lie going. 

If Maya were some clueless kid who just babbled nonsense, fooling her would be easy. He could make sure she never found out the truth for the rest of her life. 

Too bad she wasn’t. 

She was smart. 

And in this family, being too smart wasn’t a good thing. 

Just as Raymond was thinking about how to explain the smell of blood on him, Wendy suddenly came up with something on the spot. 

She clutched her mouth and let out sharp scream. 

Raymond and Maya both jumped, turning to look at her. 

“Honey!” Wendy’s face was full of shock. “I told you to be careful and take care of yourself, but you never listen. Did you sit too long working again?” 

She looked at Raymond, who was completely baffled, and raised her voice in distress. 

“Honey, your hemorrhoids burst again! You’re bleeding! I told you to go to the hospital, and you refused. Now Maya smelled it!” 

Raymond was baffled. 

For a split second, his usual calm expression went blank, He forced himself not to twitch. 

With great effort, Raymond kept his mouth shut and didn’t argue with his wife. 

That absurd excuse successfully shut down Maya’s curiosity. 

She glanced at her dad, then at her mom’s anxious expression, and wisely decided to be a well-behaved kid 

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with no curiosity. 

“I got it. Mom. 

“I’m gonna go back to my room and do my homework!” 

With that, she turned and ran off. 

After all, if Wendy had to come up with something that ridiculous, it probably meant Raymond definitely hadn’t been up to anything good this past month. 

The two of them clearly had things to talk about, so there was no way she was sticking around as a third wheel. 

Yep, time to bail. 

The living room was left with just the couple staring at each other. 

Wendy pressed a hand to her chest, exhaled, then pinched Raymond hard again. “How could you be so careless? You let the target’s blood get on you.” 

Raymond let her pinch him. That level of pain barely registered. 

“Maya’s like a hound. I don’t even know how she smelled it,” he muttered, shrugging off his coat and hanging it up. “The guy had bulletproof glass all around him. I needed it done fast, so I got close and cut his carotid artery face-to-face. Sigh. The blood did spray a bit too much.” 

Wendy, however, was focused on something else. She snapped, “Don’t call my daughter a dog.” 

Raymond looked even more helpless now. He turned to face her. “Aren’t you curious how a girl who grew up in an orphanage can recognize human blood that accurately?” 

“So what? It’s normal for a kid to get nosebleeds or cut their finger,” Wendy shot back without hesitation. “Alfred could already distinguish the smell of a bunch of chemicals at age four.” 

Still, Raymond’s brain worked frighteningly well, and Wendy trusted his judgment. 

After all, that was the whole reason she married him in the first place. Otherwise, with no stable job and no benefits, he would’ve been impossible to show off. 

“Yeah, no denying she’s a little genius,” Raymond said, cupping Wendy’s face, his lips pressing together as he sank into thought. “But after spending time with her, she clearly shows signs of a stress response. The first time was at Kingsley, when she was around those rich kids. 

“The second time was when we talked alone. I asked why she wanted to train with you, and she only said it was for fun. 

“But her body language said something else. Her fingers kept picking at themselves, her expression drifting. She was extremely uneasy. 

“She only feels safe when the people around her are ordinary enough.” 

Raymond looked straight into Wendy’s eyes and came to a conclusion. “She’s afraid of people from higher social classes.” 

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Wendy’s gaze darkened. 

“I checked that orphanage,” Raymond continued. “Five years of donation records, visitor logs, even surveillance footage. There were no wealthy visitors matching the profile. And no signs of any children being abused.” 

Raymond’s network was reliable. If he wanted to dig something up, he would. 

It was just an orphanage. He’d turned the place inside out and still found nothing. 

“Then where did Maya’s fear come from?” Wendy murmured, lost in thought. 

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