“Take me to see our children later,” Xyla Quest told him.

She needed to check on her babies, as she was worried about their condition after being prematurely born at six and a half months along.

She missed them dearly.

Stanley Batton frowned. “I’ll check on them on your behalf and take some pictures for you. You’ve just come out of a major operation and still have a healing wound on your stomach. You shouldn’t be out of bed, walking around. The wound might tear open.”

Xyla nodded helplessly