“If I were Xyla Quest, I would have slapped May Conner in return. Xyla is too kind.”

“I suggest Tom Sullivan, Emily Quest, and May Conner a group called the ‘F3 of Atlantis’ so that they can all go to hell together.”

Xyla’s mood was getting better as she read through these comments.

Meanwhile, it began snowing outside. The world seemed to be encapsulated in a romantic scene of white snow.

At that moment, Xyla felt that the snowy view was spectacular. Everything was so beautiful about the evening scene that she almost found it hard to believe. Even the cold northern wind felt gentle against her skin.

‘Be it the Sullivan family, or the Quest family, everyone’s life had been affected.’ Xyla thought.

She could imagine how frantic everyone was feeling right then. However, it was far from enough.

After tossing her phone aside, Xyla began driving hastily away from the neighborhood and in the direction of home.

While Stanley stood in front of the brightly lit window, he observed Xyla leaving before turning around and returning to the coffee table. He continued to soak his elbow in the water while he ate.

when Stanley was alone, he still seemed elegant and noble

made it seem as if he was dining at

A few minutes later…

Knock, knock, knock…

on the door disrupted the silence

over to the door. When he saw that it was Zack Cassidy’s face from the monitor,

on a pair of slippers before standing still in front

eggs with green pepper on the coffee table, he was stunned. Although he was prepared to speak earlier, he suddenly found it difficult even to utter

you have something to say,” Stanley said before he reached for the stir-fried eggs with green pepper with his chopsticks and fed himself a mouthful.

stir-fried eggs with green pepper?” Zack asked carefully. He

the matter?”

used to say that the combination of eggs and green pepper

served Stanley knew how much he hated stir-fried

before reaching for another serving

Zack was utterly confused.

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