The Villain And His Little Savior

Synopsis

When I was left at the orphanage gate, a line of comments flashed across my vision. [If any of these kids just rushed up and yelled "Dad," they'd hit the jackpot!] [Ugh! Why can't I get transported into the story? I'm dying to call him "Dad".] My eyes lit up, and I scrambled over on my short legs. "Dad, do you want a daughter?" I asked Charles Foster. After I was adopted, before I could even settle in, the comments popped up again. [Alas, the villain who can't have his love still ends up killing himself. He just tosses away tens of billions of dollars like nothing.] Wait, what? That was supposed to be my inheritance! I ran over and threw a tantrum, rolling around on the floor. He had to hit pause on his suicide drama and came over, softening as he tucked me in and soothed me to sleep. After pulling this stunt a few times, I expertly whipped out a stack of photos of random men and asked Charles, "So, which one do you think would make a good new dad for me?" After that, not only did he stop trying to die, he dedicated himself entirely to taking care of me.