“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,