The luxurious car came to a stop outside an orphanage in the heart of the city.

The door swung open, and out stepped a striking man dressed in a tailored suit. His expression was cold, his demeanor detached.

His sharp gaze landed on a small figure standing not far away—a little girl in a faded pink dress, her hair tied into a small ponytail.

Her skin was porcelain white, her large dark eyes quietly watching the group that had just arrived.

It was late autumn, yet the little girl was wearing a summer dress that had clearly seen better days, with its colors long washed out.

The man’s eyes narrowed slightly, his tone crisp and indifferent. “Is that her?”

The man standing beside him nodded quickly, his head almost touching the ground in deference. “Yes, Mr. Holt, this is the child we found.”

Without hesitation, the man replied, “Throw her in the mountains and leave her there.”

He turned, ready to get back into the car, but as he took his first step, something small wrapped around his leg.

Alexander Holt looked down and saw the tiny figure clinging to him. Somehow, the little girl had managed to dart over.

His brows furrowed, his eyes darkening with annoyance as he stared at the tiny bundle clutching his leg.Amelia lifted her chubby little face, her voice soft and sugary, "Daddy! Are you really my daddy?"

Alexander's lips twitched ever so slightly.

Everyone in the capital knew about Alexander Holt, the infamous third master of the Holt family. Cold-blooded, ruthless, and utterly terrifying. And if there was anything he hated more than weakness, it was kids.

While onlookers silently pitied the little dumpling before them—poor thing, doomed to leave this world so young—Alexander actually bent down and brushed a hand against the girl's cheek.

But two seconds later, his expression iced over again. "Let go."

Amelia sniffled, her big eyes brimming with tears. "Daddy, are you going to leave me behind? I'm your daughter!"

She clung to his leg, struggling to hold on to the tall, imposing man before her.

Yep. Genius she might be, but Amelia had somehow ended up transmigrating into this story as the villain's kid. And this towering figure was her heartless, soulless biological father.

Her mom had died giving birth to her.

Goodhearted folks had taken her to an orphanage, but life there was rough. Too young, too weak—Amelia was always bullied, always hungry, always cold.

In the original timeline, she would’ve died before Alexander even found her. He’d only have come to collect her lifeless body.

But Amelia was here again, alive. This lifetime, things were going to be different. Now being thrown into the mountains basically meant a death sentence.

To avoid dying again, Amelia Holt decided she’d better try her absolute best. Gathering all her strength, she aimed to climb onto Alexander Holt’s car.

Seriously though, weren’t luxury cars supposed to have lower ground clearance?

She had been scrambling for a while now, but still couldn’t get up.

With a frown, Alexander looked at the determined little dumpling trying to get on his car. Without a second thought, he reached out, grabbed her like she weighed nothing, and tossed her aside.

Then, he turned his gaze to his assistant nearby. “What are you waiting for? Go take care of it.”

Daniel Ward hesitated awkwardly. “Mr. Holt, she’s just a little kid. Are you really planning on leaving her in the mountains...?”

Alexander let out a cold laugh. “Oh? Do you believe I wouldn’t throw you in there next?”

Daniel fell silent.

Before his words had fully registered, Amelia clung to Alexander’s arm again.

She put on a pitiful, teary face and said in a soft, trembling voice, “Daddy, are you going to abandon me? Waaa… Please don’t leave me, Daddy!”

With that, the little bundle began sobbing, wrapping both arms around the man’s leg like her life depended on it.

Ugh, what a headache.

If this were her past life—her, a high-IQ thirteen-year-old genius—things might’ve gone differently.