Xyla Quest considered carefully for a moment. “I’ll have to discuss this with your father tonight. There’s no rush.”

Leon Batton and Lynette Batton nodded simultaneously.

“All right, let’s go home. We need to get an ice pack for your swollen cheek. Otherwise, it won’t recover even after a few days,” she added.

Her son agreed with a nod. He had no intention of going against his mother's decision.

Xyla drove them back home and immediately iced his bruise before spending some time playing with her children in the nursery.

They seemed overly generous to their mother by letting her have first dibs on their favorite toys because she had stood up for them today.

The children eventually fell asleep after exhausting themselves, with her stationed nearby to work on her laptop.

In the evening, Stanley Batton, who had been swamped with work all day, returned home and walked directly into the nursery.

He noticed Leon’s swollen cheek as soon as he walked in, even with his son sound asleep in