Transmigrated as the Villain Boss's Precious Darling-Chapter 109: Born to be Doted On

A stubbly chin pricked Nancy awake. She groggily opened her eyes and looked around. Smelling a familiar scent, she closed her eyes again and mumbled, "Daddy..."

Her hands instinctively wrapped around Felix’s neck, and she fell soundly asleep again. Her tiny six-year-old body was desperate for sleep; she needed over ten hours a day to get enough rest.

Felix gently shifted his position to let Nancy sleep more comfortably, his face filled with tender love, without a trace of his usual intimidating air. Jacqueline felt a fresh pang of jealousy. ’Even though she despised the Thornes’ crudeness, she was still jealous of how many people doted on Nancy. Even if Nancy tore a hole in the sky, her father and brothers would be there to hold it up for her.’

’Not like her, who had to rely on herself for everything. Her own father doted on her, but he could barely protect himself. At best, he could only scheme for her from behind the scenes; it was impossible for him to stick up for her publicly.’

’Why should stupid Nancy get so much love, while she, who was smart and capable, wasn’t even liked by her own mother?’ 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

’Even though everyone in the village showered her with praise, it was a reputation she had painstakingly built. She had to smile and greet people she despised, and no matter how busy or tired she was, she could never turn down a request for help. She worked so hard to build that good name, but her mother still disliked her. In her mother’s eyes, her unruly little brother was the real treasure.’

Jacqueline gritted her teeth, forced a smile, and offered a gracious greeting. "Uncle Felix."

Only then did Felix notice Jacqueline. The affection on his face vanished, and his stern expression returned. His gaze, however, remained soft. She was Phoenix Golding’s daughter, after all, and Felix treated Jacqueline differently.

"You should hurry home. Your mom must be getting anxious."

Felix’s voice was also unusually gentle. Patrick snorted softly. ’And he still says there’s nothing going on with that vixen,’ he thought. ’Hmph, even Nancy wouldn’t believe him.’

"Mm."

Jacqueline’s heart fluttered with panic. ’This morning, she’d promised her mother she would be home before dinner; that was the only reason her mom had given her the day off. It was so late now. She was definitely going to get a scolding when she got back, and possibly even a beating.’

’Glancing again at Nancy, who was dead to the world in Felix’s arms, the jealousy in her heart deepened, tinged with bitterness. She wasn’t asking for someone to come out and welcome her; all she wanted was to go home without getting scolded or beaten. But even that small wish had become an extravagant hope. Why was there such a vast difference between people?’

’Some people were born to be cherished, while others were born only to suffer. Nancy was the former, and she was the tragic latter.’

Jacqueline smiled self-deprecatingly and walked on ahead. Adrian Hawthorne was already at his home. He shoved a bag of pastries into Patrick’s hands. "These are for Nancy."

Before Patrick could respond, Adrian hefted the burlap sack onto his shoulder and left. But after taking a few steps, he turned back and whispered in Patrick’s ear, "That stool is Nancy’s treasured possession. Make sure you take good care of it."

’He was worried the idiot would just carelessly toss the stool out.’

Patrick lifted the heavy, broken stool, his arm already starting to ache. ’Well, if my sister likes it,’ he thought, abandoning the idea of tossing it, ’I might as well take it home and keep it.’

Felix glanced at Adrian in confusion. ’He hadn’t seen the boy in a while, and he seemed much more agreeable than before. He had less of that grim, hostile air about him, and he and Patrick were no longer at daggers drawn. In fact, they seemed to be on pretty good terms. What in the world had happened?’

When his gaze fell on Clayton Xavier, Felix’s expression softened again. "Come have dinner at our house," he said. "Afterward, my eldest son can give you a ride home on his bicycle."

Phoebe Huxley’s family was from Xavier Village, and his father-in-law had once received a great favor from the Xavier family, so Felix had a very good impression of them. This was especially true for the boy, Clayton Xavier. He was handsome, smart, and well-mannered. He’d just had the bad luck of being born at the wrong time; his family had been classified as landlords, so he couldn’t even attend school.