“Get up. I can go there and sit if you do…” Tom Sullivan said.

“Carry me there…” Emily Quest said.

Tom frowned helplessly before carrying Emily over to the chair and sat her down.

After that, he sat down on the other side of the table.

For Tom, a day like this was complete torture.

Sometimes, he wished he could kill Emily for being the b*tch she was.

Next door, Xyla Quest and the others were still having a good time, and they were talking and laughing all the way…

Ron Batton carefully placed a piece of plum-braised pork rib on Xyla’s plate. “Don’t you like plum-braised pork ribs? Have a little more,” he said.

Xyla leaned gently against Stanley Batton as she smiled at Ron. “Thank you, Grandpa…” She said.

“Oh, right. There’s something I need to talk to you about, Stan…” Ron looked at Stanley and said with a serious look on his face.

“What is it?” Stanley held onto Xyla’s shoulder with one hand. His fingertip rubbed against her skin very gently.

“I asked your father to amend hi