"Get up. I can go there and sit if you do..." Tom Sullivan said.

"Carry me there..." Emily Quest said.

Tom frowned helplessly before carrying Emily over to the chair and sat her down.

After that, he sat down on the other side of the table.

For Tom, a day like this was complete torture.

Sometimes, he wished he could kill Emily for being the b*tch she was.

Next door, Xyla Quest and the others were still having a good time, and they were talking and laughing all the way...

Ron Batton carefully placed a piece of plum-braised pork rib on Xyla's plate. "Don't you like plum-braised pork ribs? Have a little more," he said.

Xyla leaned gently against Stanley Batton as she smiled at Ron. "Thank you, Grandpa..." She said.

There's something I need to talk to you about, Stan..." Ron looked at Stanley and said with a serious look on

held onto Xyla's shoulder with one

father to amend his

of surprise appeared in

It's been changed such that... If you ever do Xyla wrong, everything you were supposed to inherit from your father after he passes away, including the company

shocked to hear

her, and she felt deeply touched at this moment. "Okay... I'm fine with that," Stanley said as he continued to hold Xyla. He didn't show any expression in his eyes. "Grandpa... You

I think it's a good thing to keep you insured." Ron smiled before placing another piece of plum-braised pork rib on Xyla's plate. “Eat some more, my good

are you so nice to me?" Xyla's eyes

you... and I think of you as my biological

talk about something else. Xyla, I'm going to a sculpture art exhibition tomorrow... Will you come with me if you are free?" Ron changed the topic

***

something important

nearby. Feeling a little bored in the room, she excused herself. She took the elevator on her

in

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