“I can do it on my own… Don’t trouble yourself,” Xyla Quest said.

“What trouble? I am doing things for you willingly,” Ron Batton said.

“Thank you, Grandpa,” Xyla said.

“Silly girl. We’re family. Why would you thank me?” Ron said.

After that, Ron slowly stood up and looked at Xyla. “Get some rest. I’ll head upstairs to write the prescriptions for you.”

Xyla nodded.

With that, Ron went upstairs.

After Ron left, the living room suddenly became quiet.

Stanley Batton quickly stood up and car