Stanley Batton, who was sitting next to them, was touched by their conservation too.

“Dad, you’re the best.” Xyla Quest hugged Jeremy Quest’s arm tightly, tears welling up in her eyes.

“Silly kid, why are you crying?”

“I’m touched.”

“Look at you crying like a baby. How old are you, huh?”

“No matter how old I am, I’m forever a little kid to you. This is what you’ve been telling me all the time. Therefore, I can always cry in front of you.” As Xyla spoke, she wiped the tears streaming down her cheeks inadvertently.

Shaking his head helplessly, Jeremy turned to look at Stanley. “Look, Stan, my daughter hasn’t grown up yet. She’s still acting like a child.”

Tenderness was written all over Stanley’s face as he stroked Xyla’s hair. “As long as we’re by her side, she can always be a child for the rest of her life.”

Jeremy nodded in agreement.

“By the way, if your aunt ever bothers you or begs you to forgive the Sullivans, you mustn’t be soft-hearted, okay?” Jeremy lowered his voice a