Since Xyla Quest was fairly confident about her cooking skills, she did not taste the dishes after she cooked them. However, Five Batton did not say anything at the time. That must have meant the white powder was salt, right?
Right then, the toaster rang. The toasts were done. Xyla immediately stopped thinking about what happened the night before while she proceeded to focus on making sandwiches for her father.
Once the sandwiches were done, Xyla personally grounded some coffee beans and prepared some caramel for her father’s favorite caramel coffee. Finally, she brought all the food with her to the study.
Knock, knock, knock…
After knocking gently on the door several times, Xyla pushed the door open and walked in.
At that moment, Jeremy was standing in front of a high-class rosewood desk while he paid full attention in writing two large calligraphic words on a long piece of white paper.
A huge bookshelf, which did not have a hint of dust on it, extended across the wall behind him.
Meanwhile, a vague scent of ink wafted through the air in the large study.
Although Jeremy seemed calm on the outside, Xyla knew very well that he did not feel the same way inside. Ever since Xyla was a kid, she had noticed that her father would turn to calligraphy whenever he was in a bad mood.
When Jeremy saw Xyla walking in, he forced himself to smile affectionately at her.
“Xyla, are you here to check if Dad has improved in his writing?” Jeremy asked.
The more Jeremy behaved as if no thing was wrong, the more hurt and guilty Xyla felt. She immediately placed the items in her hands carefully on the desk before walking over to Jeremy and hugging him tightly.
“If you’re not in a good mood, why don’t we go for a walk after breakfast? Whatever you want to do, I’ll do it with you,” Xyla said.
“I’m not in a bad mood, ” Jeremy said.
“Don’t lie, Dad. I’m your daughter. I know what’s going on in your head. Anyway, I’ve made you your favorite beef sandwiches and caramel coffee. Wash your hands and we can have breakfast together. Regardless of how terrible you feel, you still need to eat,” Xyla said gently.
Jeremy immediately felt a warm sensation in his heart.
Although Xyla and Emily Quest were both his daughters, Xyla was better than Emily in everything. Ever since Emily came out of jail, she had not called Jeremy once, never mind ask if he had eaten or not.
“Alright, I understand. By the way, Xyla, what’s going on? I heard that Tom hired someone to attack Stanley,” Jeremy asked.
“Did you see that on Twitter?” Xyla asked.
“Yeah,” Jeremy answered.
Xyla let go of Jeremy and looked at his face. “He just doesn’t like my husband,” Xyla said.
“What a b*stard!” Jeremy uttered coldly.
“Alright, Dad, don’t be upset. It’ll affect your health,” Xyla said.
“How can I not be mad? Your sister is coming home the day after tomorrow. Get Stanley to come over for a meal,” Jeremy said.
This was a tradition in Atlantis. All married daughters needed to return home on the third day after their wedding.
“Okay, Dad. Hurry up and wash your hands for breakfast,” Xyla said while she held Jeremy’s arms gently and led him to the bathroom in one of the guestrooms. After they washed their hands, they returned to the study and sat in front of the desk for breakfast.
While they ate, Xyla sent a message to Five Batton to invite him over for a meal the day after tomorrow.
Very soon, Five replied with an ‘okay’. Thereafter, nothing else was written.
Meanwhile, it felt like a freezing cellar in the Sullivan family’s house.
“What a son I have! He got into trouble again! It even made it on the news! Why did he send people to attack Stanley Batton? Is he mad?!” Tony shouted.