Revenge of the Hideous Lady (Xyla Quest)
Chapter 1860

"Also, I can no longer make you my bodyguard since you are my husband's younger sister." Xyla Quest said. "We ought to be equals." However, Sophie Kenwick quickly shook her head. "That's fine, I don't mind. I'm more than willing to be your bodyguard."

"How could I let my sister-in-law be my bodyguard? Naturally, you should stay at home and live like a princess," Xyla told her. "Have you forgotten that the god said I must protect you? How could I protect you at all times if I stayed at home?"

Xyla had no retort.

"It's been decided. I'm sure my brother will be fine with it, right?" Sophie asked as she glanced innocently at Stanley, who was next to her.

He smiled. "Yeah, as long as you're happy."

Xyla shook her head. "You two are ridiculous."

"How else will this work?" Sophie asked.

Xyla didn't know what to say, not seeing any other alternative.

After letting out a long and helpless sigh, Xyla nodded. She then pinched her forehead in exhaustion.

Sophie cheered up immensely when she saw her succumb. She was just glad she could see her brother again, even though he looked different than what she remembered.

He was still her brother.

Ever since Sophie met Xyla, she felt less lonely. Then, now that she found her brother, she finally had a true sense of belonging.

"Brother?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you remember anything else about us?" she asked.

"No. Why do you ask?" he wondered, shaking his head slightly.

"Hmm, that is a shame. It's nothing," she said softly. "I was just casualty asking We had many fun memories in the past, causing a lot of trouble together. You always claimed full responsibility every single time.

"Also, the two of us used to prank people around us, and when things got out of hand, or our father found out, you would still be the one to bear all the consequences.

"There was a time I fell ill when I was

ten. I had a sudden craving for a kind of biscuit only available several hundred miles away. You rode for days and nights to bring home those biscuits. By the time you returned, I had already recovered and refused to eat it!

"Also, I was eleven when I had smallpox. Everyone avoided me, but only you and Father stayed by my side to take care of me. He asked if you were afraid of dying. You told him you were afraid, but you couldn't leave me lying there on my own," Sophie chuckled, carefully

recounting their past.

Xyla felt deeply touched to hear all these things, while at the same time, she also envied Sophie for having such a protective brother.

Ever since Xyla was a kid, she would admire those who had older, protective brothers.

Out of nowhere, an unfamiliar scene appeared before Stanley once again when he heard Sophie's account of their pasts.

In his vision, she was wearing a white, traditional robe. She seemed out of breath on a large, classic bed with white veils above it.

As a breeze blew past, a gap appeared in the veil where he could see her covered in red spots.

Then, somebody pushed the door open.

A young man, who appeared in Stanley's memories before, walked into the room.