Ron Batton gazed at them thoughtfully. Having no other choice, he nodded helplessly. “Okay then.”

After that, Ron went upstairs, leaving the two alone in the living room.

The two watched the old man until he was out of their sight. Making sure that he had gone upstairs, Stanley Batton placed his right hand behind Xyla Quest’s back, scooped her knees, and lifted her. “Let’s get some rest too. Hmm?”

Xyla nodded. “Sure, but please put me down. You’re not feeling well recently, are you?”

“Nah,