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.

way, if your aunt ever bothers you or begs you to forgive the Sullivans, you mustn't be soft-hearted, okay?" Jeremy lowered his voice and

How is that possible? She's trying to mess with Stanley Batton's wife, Jeremy Quest's daughter! She has to pay the price

father's embrace, she lifted her head and fixed

in Jeremy's head. Was this not what he supposed

anymore. Stan, do you want to play chess with

Stanley accepted his offer

with his answer, Jeremy quickly took out a chess box from the drawer and placed it on the coffee

main door was opened from the

Ronson's hand and walked into

down the whole time; her face was

following closely behind 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

Stanley's

smile as she looked at the three

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