"Look at the state you’re in! Do you think you can handle it?" Stanley Batton asked with a sad look in his eyes. "I know you feel awful. I feel the same way, but please, wait for one night. Once your wound recovers a little, I’ll take you to your father, all right?”

The doctor had left strict instructions for Xyla Quest to remain in bed as it was only the first day after her cesarean delivery.

Besides, the wound on her stomach had just been torn and sewn back a while ago.

How could he let Xyl