Xyla Quest glanced coldly at the two of them. Hand in hand and without warning, Xyla and Stanley Batton strode across the room and sat beside Jeremy Quest cheerfully. “Sorry Daddy, we’re late. We got stuck in the traffic.”

Xyla was sitting next to Jeremy while Stanley was next to Tom Sullivan.

“No worries, Xyla… We have just gotten here too,” May Conner responded with a friendly smile.

Likewise, Xyla returned her a polite smile.

“Are you feeling better now?” May asked again.

“Yeah,” Xyla