Stanley Batton, who was sitting next to them, was touched by their conservation too.

"Dad, you're the best." Xyla Quest hugged Jeremy Quest's arm tightly, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Silly kid, why are you crying?"

"I'm touched."

"Look at you crying like a baby. How old are you, huh?"

"No matter how old I am, I'm forever a little kid to you. This is what you've been telling me all the time. Therefore, I can always cry in front of you." As Xyla spoke, she wiped the tears streaming down her cheeks inadvertently.

Shaking his head helplessly, Jeremy turned to look at Stanley. "Look, Stan, my daughter hasn't grown up yet. She's still acting like a child."

Tenderness was written all over Stanley's face as he stroked Xyla's hair. "As long as we're by her side, she can always be a child for the rest of her life."

Jeremy nodded in agreement.

forgive the Sullivans, you mustn't be soft-hearted, okay?" Jeremy lowered his voice and reminded the two of them in earnest. "Got it,"

to plead you guys. How is that possible? She's trying to mess with Stanley Batton's wife, Jeremy Quest's

lifted her head and fixed her gaze on his face. "Dad, how many times are you

about it?" Questions were swimming in Jeremy's head. Was this not what he supposed to do

about it anymore. Stan, do you want to play chess with me?" Jeremy asked Stanley as

accepted his

his answer, Jeremy quickly took out a chess box from the drawer and

that moment, the main door was opened

hand and walked into the house in

head down the whole time; her face

Emily, dropped her head as she entered the house too. Though the wounds on her face and neck had already formed scabs, they still looked terrifying. The smile on

Xyla's and Stanley's face darkened

as she looked at the three of

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