“You’re part of the family. Why should you feel embarrassed?” Stanley Batton asked blandly.

Xyla Quest remained silent.

“Eat some beef,” Stanley said before placing a slice of beef on Xyla’s plate.

“What do you think we should get Aunty Lindt… No, I mean, Mother. What should we get her? Do you know what she needs?” Xyla asked.

“Yes,” Stanley said calmly.

“What is it?” Xyla’s face lit up with joy.

“She needs a grandchild. A grandchild from you,” Stanley said with an affectionate look in his