Nevertheless, Emily Quest could not find anything to eat even though she had searched the whole kitchen. Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of some perfectly untouched sunny-side-up and sandwiches in the trash can.

Pfft...

Did Bailey Ronson just throw away her breakfast?

Speechless with Bailey's vileness, Emily stomped her foot furiously in the kitchen. However, she managed to regain her composure within a second or two and returned to Bailey's side with a depressed face again. "Mom, I'm going to visit Mary Sullivan later. Can you go with me?"

"Go by yourself if you want to. Why should I go with you?" Bailey snarled, her attitude as cold-hearted as usual.

Emily snorted and pretended to accidentally drop her phone on her yoga mat.

As the phone landed on the yoga mat, Bailey's face darkened instantaneously. She picked up the phone and glared at Emily, "What's wrong with you?"

When Bailey stole a glance at the phone screen, she was frozen to the ground.

A picture of a man and its household register profile were displayed on the screen, his name was Stanley Batton.

"Who the hell is this person in the picture? Why is he so ugly? And why is his name Stanley Batton too?" Bailey looked disgusted.

from Bailey's hand as fast as

Emily's expression, Bailey

Why do you have this picture on your phone? Why are you so nervous when I see it?" "It's nothing, nothing that I can think of, Mom."

that something was wrong with her as well as the

Emily would not

to dig into the issue. "Spit it out... Emily, if you refuse to tell me now, I'm going to

with Bailey's reaction. Her

forcing me. It's really nothing. I'm

plan to keep it to yourself, you can get out of the house right now. You're not allowed to live with the Sullivans anymore." Bailey pointed directly

tears out of her eyes. "I

and I'll bear

you promise me to keep my words as

promised her without

As for the one she's living together right now, he's just a stand-in for her. He's not Xyla's real husband."

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