It was now eight o’clock in the evening.

After committing the address to memory, Xyla Quest cleaned herself up and left her room.

As usual, Stanley Batton had prepared breakfast in advance.

After breakfast, Xyla sat on the couch and watched the news on the television while Stanley did the dishes in the kitchen.

He had turned on the robotic vacuum cleaner, and it was now doing its job diligently.

Everything seemed to be in order.

When Xyla turned around, she could see Stanley heavily occupied by house chores.

During this period of Xyla’s recovery from the surgery, Stanley had been taking care of everything in the house.

He managed to keep the large house spotless all by himself.

In fact, he planned and cooked all three meals of the day for Xyla.

When Xyla thought about this, she couldn’t help but smile gently.

She found it hard to believe that a man like Stanley was also someone who got involved in fights and bloodshed on the streets.

The image of him doing house chores was