By now, Xyla Quest had gotten used to all this.

She was used to returning home and slacking off. She was used to being cared for, being adored, being protected, and being appreciated.

She felt just like a princess.

Xyla didn’t have to do any chores around the house.

Stanley Batton gently kissed her on the forehead before heading into the kitchen. He joined his mother and kept themselves busy in the kitchen.

Sophie Kenwick was taking a bath upstairs while Xyla waited peacefully in the living