The Prodigy Boy Is Actually A 25 Old Girl!?

Eight years ago…

"Come on, uncle. The money you gave me isn't enough." Roxy whined to her uncle, a doctor, and owner of a hospital on the outskirts of Barcelona.

"One thousand euros per month is not enough? What kind of goods do you buy? You stay at my place, eat my wife's cooking, and all your needs are available here. Now tell me, my beloved niece, what do you want to buy this time?"

"A car! There's a new car from Bernz, and it's red! Oh, come on, if I had a car of my own, I wouldn't have to use yours."

"And with whose money do you want to buy it?" inquired her uncle while squinting his eyes.

"Te-hee… My father will pay it back. After all, you have more fortune to buy hundreds of cars. Please, please, pretty pleaseeeeeee!!" begged Roxy while blinking her eyes cutely to melt her overly discipline uncle.

Uncle Pierre offered a wide smile when he gave his stern answer, "Only in your dreams."

"Ouwieee. Uncle, you're so mean."

"Hush now. Go away."

"Ouch! You had the heart to kick me out!" she showed her fake teary eyes, but her uncle wouldn't buy it as he already knows how wicked his elder niece was. "Uncle…" whined Roxy while putting on her best puppy eyes.

"How long are you planning on staying here? You've been here for almost a year. Don't you miss your family?"

"How about you? Why can you leave Folkland when I can't?"

Uncle Pierre took a deep breath to see that his nephew had behaved normally. "I found my life here. I found my wife, which is now your aunt, and I am enjoying my new life here."

"Then I will be like you. I will find my own life here."

"You can't do that. You're the oldest child of your father."

"So? Only because I'm the oldest doesn't mean that I want his position. I want to be a designer and get acknowledged from around the world. I want to roam this world freely without anyone getting in my way. Didn't you guys keep telling me? I am born as a star, and I want to be the most shining and striking unforgettable star."

"I know you will be one day."

Roxy grinned widely, "I know you gave your support for me, but why do you keep pestering me to go home?"

"Because, young lady, you are still minor."

"I'm eighteen."

"Still minor."

Roxy pouted her lips at his stern and unwavering tone. "It's late now. Go home."

"Don't wanna."

"Roxy," called her uncle in his warning tone, making Roxy couldn't help but comply.

But before Roxy rose to her feet, one of her uncle's assistants entered the room in a hurry.

"Doctor Zouch, there was an accident, and someone is dying of lack of blood."

"Where is he now?"

"On the way here."

"Prepare the operating room and find out his blood type." Uncle Pierre turned to face his unruly niece. "I'm serious Roxy, go home now and don't go to that bar again."

Roxy said yes because she knew she couldn't buy time. After all, there was a life her uncle had to save. Nevertheless, she went to the same bar to meet up with her friends and drink all night even though she knew her uncle would give her an earful scolding.

A few days later, Kaylee called her and asked her when she would go home.

"Sister, when will you go home?"

"I told you, I won't go home until papa forgives me." Roxy fled to Spain because she didn't want to marry the Raffetto mafia's leader's son. She even got into a fight with her father and gave him a warning she'd fuck with a random guy if her dad caught her here and forced her to come home.

As a result, her father never picked her up even though he already knew where she lived. Instead, the father handed over the protection of his daughter to his youngest brother.

Uncle Pierre was no different from her father, but at least Roxy could still roam around this place, and her uncle never locked her in her room.

She knew if she went back to Folkland Island, her father would be furious and might punish her. That's why she would never want to come back.

"He already forgives you."

"Yeah, right. Like I'll believe that." how could Roxy believe her father would forgive her so easily. The sly older man must have prepared punishment for her.

"Why don't you believe me? If I show up there in front of you because papa sent me, would you believe it?"

Bah! Like hell, she'll do that. "You won't come here. You are direction-blind and scared to be in a new place."

"Well, you're there, so I'll figure it out. And guess what? I'm right behind you."

Roxy frowned further when she heard a slightly familiar voice just right behind her. She spun her body, and her eyes widened when she saw her sister.

"Kaylee! What are you doing here??"

Kaylee grinned from ear to ear while storing her phone back in her sling bag. "I missed you, so I came to see you."

Roxy fell silent and looked at her sister with a probing gaze. This was their meeting after Kaylee had been cold and hostile towards her.

"I know what you're thinking, and I'm here to say… I'm sorry."

"…"

"I apologize for speaking to you like that last year. I know it sounded like an excuse, but I was not mature and acted like a child. I realize our sisterhood is that matters."

"I'm not mad at you. I've forgotten it. It was in the past."

Kaylee smiled widely, "Can I… can I hug you?"

Roxy offered her a gentle smile while stretching her hands. "Of course, you can. Come here."

Kaylee marched toward her and into her sister's open arms. The two of them hugged each other tightly as if they had not seen each other for centuries.

"I miss you, sis."

"Me too." Roxy exhaled a relief sigh feeling the warm embrace of her sister.

The reason she didn't want to go home wasn't that she was worried about her father's punishment, but… she was more concerned about meeting her sister.

Now… she felt relieved after seeing her sister again.