*** Meanwhile, Sharon Lidth and Rebecca Robin strutted into Xyla Quest’s ward with a large group of bodyguards behind them. A various array of tonics and supplements were carried by the guards. Xyla and Georgie Clementine were left speechless. The group’s grand arrival was a first for both of them and they were unsure how to register the situation in their minds. Their eye-catching entrance somewhat reminded Xyla of a Chinese drama she had watched a few years prior, called the Empresses in the Palace. There was a scene where the Emperor rewarded Zhen Huan with treasures as far as the eye could see. She felt very much like Zhen Huan at the moment. Xyla did a mental headcount of the bodyguards. There were about thirty of them, each holding no less than three boxes of tonics and supplements. Even without knowing their actual price, Xyla estimated that each individual tonic could easily cost up to five digits and above. Sharon casually waved a hand before turning back to look a
Three days later… Xyla Quest was finally allowed to leave the hospital. She had undergone several intensive and strict medical examinations to confirm that she was healthy. It was very early in the morning and Rebecca Robin had sent Noah Smith to help Xyla with the hospital discharge process. Georgie Clementine, on the other hand, had brought along some additional hands to help move Xyla’s belongings into the car. By the time the discharge procedures were done, all of Xyla’s belongings had already been safely moved into the car. Noah carefully pushed Xyla—who was sitting in a wheelchair—out of the hospital’s main door and helped her get into the car. While all this was happening, Catherine Batton was observing the scene play out through a live video feed. The camera she was watching through displayed the front of Xyla’s patient room in the hospital. Squinting her eyes, she watched as Noah slowly pushed a wheelchaired Xyla out of the room. Catherine frowned when she saw No
Before Xyla could say no, Noah was already trying to find the kitchen. “I’m fine Noah, there’s no need to worry about me. You can attend to your personal matters now.” “Well alright… I’ll be taking my leave first then,” said Noah, smiling as he stood up. While this was happening, a black Honda pulled up to the front of the house. In the car, Stanley Batton gave a cold stare toward Georgie Clementine who was busy directing the workers as they carried Xyla's belongings into the house. He then elegantly stepped out of his car. Slipping on some house slippers, he quickly headed to the living room. Once he saw Noah, his eyes darkened. Seeing Stanley, he bowed respectfully. He knew that Stanley and Xyla were on bad terms so he kept his mouth shut. Stanley ignored Noah entirely and walked over to Xyla. “You’ve already been discharged from the hospital. Why was I not notified about this?” He had immediately rushed to the hospital after his meeting earlier. He wanted to be th
Twelve noon, sharp. Noah Smith arrived at Hilton hotel’s rooftop on time. Catherine Batton was already there. She was wearing a furry, pink, knitted cardigan from Chanel. Her outfit was complemented with a white shirt, a short blue skirt, and a pair of white shoes. Her blonde hair was naturally straight and her bangs reached her eyebrows. Catherine’s red beanie only made her look cuter than she already was. She stood before the rooftop fence, her back facing him. Noah jogged towards her before placing a hand on the rails. The people at the bottom looked like ants from here. “I’m here. What did you wish to talk about and why here?” Catherine frowned as she turned to look at Noah. Her arms were crossed as she angrily growled, “Why are you asking the obvious?” Noah was puzzled, a frown on his face. He had no clue what was going on. “What do you mean?” He didn’t do anything right? What on earth was she on about? “Still playing dumb, Noah? Well since you don’t get it I’ll
It took him forever to get his point across to Catherine. The more he explained, the larger his headache grew. The girl had a seriously confusing thought process. Noah was more baffled than anything at this point. After hearing all he had to say, Catherine pondered. His explanations were reasonable and they made sense. Did… Did she really just misunderstand the whole situation? Staring into his eyes, she had a feeling that he wasn’t lying. …Was it all just a misunderstanding after all? …Oh… Rubbing her forehead, she would silently ask, “So… It was all just a misunderstanding?” “Pretty much,” shrugged Noah who was just glad that his point had finally gotten across. “…Then swear to me.” The man sighed as he raised three fingers and straightened his back. “I, Noah Smith, swear that I’ve never had any inappropriate relationships nor have I had any thoughts about them. If I do any of those acts, may lightning strike me dead…” “…Fine, I’ll believe you…” Catherine sigh
Stanley’s frown remained. “It’s that simple?” “Apparently.” “And you’re telling me that Zack Cassidy was not involved in this at all?” “Zack knows about this?” Catherine asked as she tried to fake a surprised voice. “Forget about it. Don’t involve yourself in my relationship in future.” “Alright, Fifth brother.” After hearing Catherine’s response, he hung up the phone. His eyes reflected an onslaught of complicated feelings on his mind. He stopped his car before a red traffic light. He stared at the traffic light as his finger tapped on the steering wheel. Noah was innocent all along? If it wasn’t Noah, then what could she have meant with ‘misunderstandings’? From Catherine’s investigation, it sounded as if Noah was being truthful about it. Xyla truly had no feelings for Noah? Was it really true as he explained it? What on earth could she have meant by ‘cause misunderstandings’? Bzz… bzz... His thoughts were momentarily cut off by the sound of his phone ringi
“While it’s possible to nurture feelings, you will still suffer in the long run.” “If it’s to live a luxurious life, enduring a little suffering is nothing. Mom, it’s the Sullivan family we’re talking about. It’s impossible for me to let go of that position that easily.” Emily Quest persisted on. “Even if you don’t support me, I’ll still hold on to my view!” Emily said sternly. “Pain and suffering are always required in order to gain something.” “If you’re that persistent how could I not support you?” Mary Conner sighed, giving in. Footsteps from outside the room could be heard at that moment. The door opened and Jeremy Quest entered the room. Seeing him, Emily put on a depressed facade and forced tears out of her eyes till they became red. Jeremy looked at Emily dearly before letting out a long sigh, “I’ve talked to the Sullivan family. They’ve agreed to stop talking about the divorce, at least for now…” Emily’s eyes lit up immediately. “Really, dad?” Jeremy nodded.
“President Xyla told me to stay and take care of her until she fully recovers.” Georgie Clementine smiled. “Sure.” Stanley turned around and headed upstairs. He did not say another word. “I’ve prepared dinner. Come eat in a bit.” Georgie said while she looked at his back. He did not reply and continued walking. As he walked past the master bedroom, he stared at the closed door for a moment before returning to his own room. Georgie had made six dishes. There was a dish of stir-fried baby vegetables, braised sea cucumbers, some cordyceps soup, boneless chicken feet, pork ribs, and stir-fried cabbages. Just as the three of them were about to sit together at the dining table, Stanley Batton’s phone rang. The person calling was Catherine Batton. He placed a small helping of stir-fried baby vegetables—which was Xyla’s favorite—in Xyla’s bowl before getting up and standing at a corner near a window. Looking out the porch, he answered the call. “What is it?” “Fifth brother,