"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.

Stan..." Ron looked at Stanley and said

held onto Xyla's shoulder with one hand. His fingertip rubbed

father to amend

look of surprise

Xyla wrong, everything you were supposed to inherit from your father after he passes away, including the company and some properties, will

shocked

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 didn't

a good thing to keep you insured." Ron smiled before placing another

me?" Xyla's eyes began

you... and I think of you as

talk about this. Let's talk about something else. Xyla, I'm going to a sculpture art exhibition tomorrow... Will you come with me if you

***

meal, Ron started discussing something important about the

in the room, she excused herself. She took the elevator on her own to get to the garden on the first

like a garden in an emperor's palace.

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