Sharon Lindt protected Xyla Quest as if she was a fragile object.

Xyla smiled. “Thank you, Mom.”

While observing her family, Xyla silently swore in her heart that she would do everything she could to be good to them for the rest of her life.

“Oh, can I play with my phone for a while?” Xyla asked cautiously.

During this period, Sharon had strictly limited her access to her phone, believing that she could fall sick from the strain.

Many times, Xyla felt like a kid again.

Sharon contemplated