"Alright. I'll talk to him about him when he wakes up," Xena replied.

As they headed downstairs, they ran into Aimee, who had just entered the house.

"Felix? Who let you in here?"

Before Felix could respond, Xena frowned and interjected, "Aimee, don't talk to Felix with that tone again, understood?"

Aimee thought she had misheard. Her anger toward Felix flared up again. She had assumed that with the Greene family's involvement, Felix's fate would have been miserable. After all, families of that caliber rarely showed mercy to the people they had discarded. Yet here he was, still thriving.

She had even sought answers from Nala, but there was no response. Seeing Felix standing in her own home was the last straw.

"Does he even deserve my respect? Have you forgotten the evil things this coward did to Grandpa?"

Xena's expression turned icy. "That's not your concern. Just don't treat Felix like an enemy anymore."

Feeling utterly betrayed by her own family, Aimee clenched her teeth. Le