Before Xyla could say no, Noah was already trying to find the kitchen.

“I’m fine Noah, there’s no need to worry about me. You can attend to your personal matters now.”

“Well alright… I’ll be taking my leave first then,” said Noah, smiling as he stood up.

While this was happening, a black Honda pulled up to the front of the house.

In the car, Stanley Batton gave a cold stare toward Georgie Clementine who was busy directing the workers as they carried Xyla's belongings into the house. He