“While it’s possible to nurture feelings, you will still suffer in the long run.” “If it’s to live a luxurious life, enduring a little suffering is nothing. Mom, it’s the Sullivan family we’re talking about. It’s impossible for me to let go of that position that easily.” Emily Quest persisted on. “Even if you don’t support me, I’ll still hold on to my view!” Emily said sternly. “Pain and suffering are always required in order to gain something.” “If you’re that persistent how could I not support you?” Mary Conner sighed, giving in. Footsteps from outside the room could be heard at that moment. The door opened and Jeremy Quest entered the room. Seeing him, Emily put on a depressed facade and forced tears out of her eyes till they became red. Jeremy looked at Emily dearly before letting out a long sigh, “I’ve talked to the Sullivan family. They’ve agreed to stop talking about the divorce, at least for now…” Emily’s eyes lit up immediately. “Really, dad?” Jeremy nodded.
“President Xyla told me to stay and take care of her until she fully recovers.” Georgie Clementine smiled. “Sure.” Stanley turned around and headed upstairs. He did not say another word. “I’ve prepared dinner. Come eat in a bit.” Georgie said while she looked at his back. He did not reply and continued walking. As he walked past the master bedroom, he stared at the closed door for a moment before returning to his own room. Georgie had made six dishes. There was a dish of stir-fried baby vegetables, braised sea cucumbers, some cordyceps soup, boneless chicken feet, pork ribs, and stir-fried cabbages. Just as the three of them were about to sit together at the dining table, Stanley Batton’s phone rang. The person calling was Catherine Batton. He placed a small helping of stir-fried baby vegetables—which was Xyla’s favorite—in Xyla’s bowl before getting up and standing at a corner near a window. Looking out the porch, he answered the call. “What is it?” “Fifth brother,
While this was happening, Sharon Lindt was sitting on the sofa, sipping on some milk which she had poured into a European coffee cup. The mouth of the cup had a golden ring, and it shone beautifully under the light. As soon as Catherine Batton walked in, Sharon’s face turned serious. “Catherine Batton, come here right this instant!” Catherine immediately picked up her pace. Her face was almost pale from fear. As she stood in front of Sharon, she lifted both hands in a ‘surrender’ pose and widened her eyes. In a quivering voice, she said, “Mom, I know that I should be studying properly. I shouldn’t have secretly come back to play. I’ve done wrong so please forgive me…” Looking at the sight before her, Sharon felt like laughing but she managed to maintain her strict facade. “And?” “So… Please don’t be angry alright? I promise that I’ll go back to studying after two days. I won’t come back unless it’s during the holidays. I swear that I won’t ditch my studies to come back home u
Stanley and Josh Batton both looked at Sharon Lindt, waiting for her to speak. “Your dad will be returning from overseas next Monday. Please keep your schedules empty in the evening so that you’ll have some time to visit him,” Sharon said. “Alright.” Stanley nodded before turning to leave. Josh nodded as well before following Stanley out. After the two left, Catherine Batton looked at Sharon before hugging her affectionately. “Mom, can I stay till dad comes home? I really miss him.” “No, you may not. Your studies are more important.” “But mom… Please?” Catherine began acting like a child again, shaking Sharon’s arm gently. “Please, mom? Dad must miss me too…” Catherine begged and begged, even looking at Sharon with puppy dog eyes. Eventually, Sharon couldn’t help but to give in. “Alright, alright, you can leave next Tuesday instead…” “Yay! Thanks mom, you’re the best!” Catherine cheered as she raised her arms in the air like a child. “Silly kid…” Sharon sighed, a sm
Emily Quest nodded in response. “It is… Mary, I know I’m the one at fault here… Is there any way you could ever forgive me?” Mary Sullivan sighed. “I’ve actually already forgiven you. No matter how you dice it, you’re still my best friend. My sister. You may have faked your pregnancy but I just can’t seem to stay mad about it. I understand why you did such a thing after all.” Relief washed over Emily after hearing Mary’s words. She hugged Mary, tears trickling down her cheeks. “You’re the best Mary…” Mary gently patted Emily on her back. “Alright, alright… Don’t start crying now… Look at you, you big cry baby… This really isn’t like you.” “Yeah, I don’t feel like myself anymore these days. It’s all Xyla Quest’s fault… Whenever I don’t take my medication now, I instantly feel like dying terribly… Though the medicine definitely helps, a part of me still wants to die.” Emily wept as she said all this, crocodile tears still flowing from her eyes. Mary carefully raised her hands a
“I will send them to you now,” said the man. Her phone vibrated a second later. The name, ‘Tool’ was displayed on her WeChat. The man had delivered more than ten photos of Stanley together with Catherine to her. There were photos of them sitting at a KFC together, a photo of Stanley’s back as he entered a hotel, and a few screenshots from a surveillance camera. The screenshots showed both Stanley and Catherine walking out from a hotel, side-by-side. Emily Quest’s eyes lit up the moment she saw the pictures. She then placed the phone next to her ear again before looking around. Once assured that there was no one else there, she whispered, “Where did you get these photos from?” That girl was definitely his mistress! Both of them looked so intimate together. They even entered and left the same hotel together. It didn’t matter whether the man in the picture was the true Stanley or a substitute that Xyla had made into her pretend husband, or at least according to Emily’s sixth
While all this was happening, Stanley Batton had just returned home again. Xyla was watching television, her legs crossed as she held a large pack of chips in her arms. On her, was a set of aqua green, casual Hanfu styled clothes made with real silk. White laces were adorned around the hem, the cuffs, and even her trousers. The combination made her skin look white as snow. She didn’t have any makeup on and her long, black, curly hair casually lay on her shoulders. She could have been mistaken as a goddess who had accidentally fallen from the heavens. Stanley silently approached before sitting down next to her. “Why haven’t you gone to bed?” “Hmm… Not sleepy yet.” “Didn’t the doctor tell you to get more rest?” “I’ve been resting on the bed most of the time. It’s boring and unpleasant when I have to do it for long hours at a time. I just want to watch some television for a while,” Xyla said as she smiled. Her eyes moved past him and onto the clock hanging on the wall. An ho
She shouldn’t have put that much faith in Five Batton. She should have hinted more times to him and not just once. It was far too late for that. Trouble was already at their doorstep. Outsiders would definitely have started criticizing her. Who knows how many people were already laughing at her behind her back. As for her father. She knew he would die from rage as soon as he saw the news. Her family would be in chaos. Thinking about it, Xyla Quest’s brows furrowed, a great discomfort in her heart. With wrinkles already starting to form on her forehead, she began calling the man’s number, a clear look of distraught on her face. While she was calling, a group of executives of the Dragon Group was having a meeting in the Dragon Group’s conference room. Stanley Batton had a matching black suit on and he sat on the main seat with his usual poker face. He was giving orders to the executives of each department of the company when his phone began to ring. The call was untimely