Xyla was utterly speechless. Mother? Was she worthy of that title?

“You’re not worthy,” Jeremy snapped coldly.

That one sentence was enough to put Xyla at ease.

“Alright then. Stan, we met yesterday. I’m May Conner, Xyla’s stepmother. Welcome to our home,” said May, grinning.

She was completely unfazed by Jeremy, unleashing her shamelessness to its full potential. It was impossible to tell that she had been at odds with them just yesterday.

Stanley nodded out of courtesy. “Hello.”

“If you don’t have any business here, hurry upstairs. Don’t stay here and be an eyesore,” said Jeremy. He sounded aggravated.

“That won’t do! It’s Stan’s first time at our house, so I have to personally cook him a feast,” replied May, rolling up the sleeves of her white home clothes.

Jeremy remained ice-cold. “Don’t. I’m scared of you spitting into the dishes.”

“Honey, what are you saying? I couldn’t possibly do that. If you’re so worried, I’ll let the maids work with me. It’s fine if someone