Xyla was utterly speechless.
Was she worthy of that title?
“You’re not worthy,” Jeremy snapped coldly.
That one sentence was enough to put Xyla at ease.
“Alright then. Stan, we met yesterday. I’m May Conner, Xyla’s stepmother. Welcome to our home,” said May, grinning.
She was completely unfazed by Jeremy, unleashing her shamelessness to its full potential. It was impossible to tell that she had been at odds with them just yesterday.
Stanley nodded out of courtesy. “Hello.”
“If you don’t have any business here, hurry upstairs. Don’t stay here and be an eyesore,” said Jeremy. He sounded aggravated.
“That won’t do! It’s Stan’s first time at our house, so I have to personally cook him a feast,” replied May, rolling up the sleeves of her white home clothes.
Jeremy remained ice-cold. “Don’t. I’m scared of you spitting into the dishes.”
“Honey, what are you saying? I couldn’t possibly do that. If you ’re so worried, I’ll let the maids work with me. It’s fine if someone is supervising, right?”
Having said that, May hurried into the kitchen without giving Jeremy a chance to respond. She wanted to put on a good show because she knew full well that Jeremy had always been a soft-hearted person. As long as she kept being humble, there would definitely be hope for survival.
Jeremy couldn’t be bothered with her. His gaze returned to Stanley’s face. “Stan, I’m sorry you had to see that.”
“It’s okay.” Stanley nodded respectfully again, showing great manners and demeanor.
“Let’s continue that subject earlier. Stan, where are your parents now?” asked Jeremy.
Stanley answered honestly, “My father has a weak constitution, so he’s recuperating by my grandfather’s side. My mother is keeping him company.”
His father’s heart had indeed weakened lately, so he was staying by Stanley’s grandfather’s side to recuperate in Country Y. Any matters to do with all their companies both in and out of the country were basically left to Stanley. Other than extremely important issues that required him to report to the president, Stanley was allowed to make decisions for everything else.
Previously, his mother had been staying by his father’s side to keep him company. Presumably, after staying here for a little longer, she would return to Country Y to be with him again.
Xyla didn’t stop him, allowing him to answer as he pleased. Because in regards to Stanley Batton’s information, including information on his parents, she had found nothing. No matter what Five Batton said, it was impossible to get caught.
“Is that so? Which part of him is unwell?” Jeremy inquired.
“That’s quite serious. He should rest well.”
“Your house is at Country Y, isn’t it?” asked Jeremy, wanting to get to know his son-in-law.
“You can put it that way…”
They had many houses all around the globe, so once again, it was not considered a lie.
“Then, where are you staying while you’re back here?”
“I’m staying in a tiny normal area in the suburbs,” Stanley answered smoothly.
Satisfied with his quick answers, Xyla quickly tugged his shirt and smiled at him. Stanley smiled back before shifting his gaze back to Jeremy.
“Do you have a house in the suburbs?” asked Jeremy.
“Yeah,” said Stanley.
Jeremy looked eager. “You and Xyla are now married, so logically speaking, Xyla should be living with you. Although I’m reluctant to see my daughter leave home, it must be done. I don’t think the living conditions in the suburbs are convenient, so why don’t the two of you move into the mansion next to us?”