Due to the medicines prescribed by Ron Batton and the municipal hospital, Xyla Quest’s scars had already formed scabs. Moreover, the swelling had faded…

However, even so, it was still not pretty to look at.

Despite the wounds, Xyla’s beauty still couldn’t be concealed.

After letting out a long, helpless sigh, Xyla carried her global limited-edition black Hermes purse and walked down the stairs…

Stanley Batton had already prepared breakfast in the dining room.

It was an oriental breakfast.