Xyla Quest instantly became curious upon seeing Sharon Lindt's expression. "Mom, what is it that you want to say?"

"Nothing much. I just wanted to tell you not to worry too much. Your children will be fine," Sharon said.

Although she was trying to comfort Xyla, she was just as worried about her grandchildren.

"Stan had already contacted his grandfather. He'll be here very soon," she added.

"Okay, I'll try not to worry too much. You should do the same," Xyla replied softly, also attempting to comfort her mother-in-law.

She also felt very concerned whenever she thought about her newborn twins. However, there was nothing she could do about the situation except to let fate decide. Xyla's babies had been in her stomach for over six months. They shared the same blood, and they'd spent so much time together. A deep bond had long developed.

She didn't dare imagine what would become of her if she lost her children.

They had become a part of her.

They were also the most vulnerable part of her.

If they were gone, she would be devastated.

When Xyla thought of them, she couldn't help but recall how they were connected to various tubes. She could picture how small, weak, and helpless they seemed in the thermal case.

They were still so tiny. Why did they have to go through so much pain?

Why were other babies in other families delivered safely but not hers?

The more she pondered about it, the worse she felt.

Sharon could imagine what was going through Xyla's mind, but she didn't comment on it. Instead, she continued to caress Xyla's face gently. "Honey, would you like to eat something?" Xyla shook her head, not feeling up to eating anything.

When Sharon saw Xyla like this, she felt equally sad.

She held her hand tightly. "In that case, I'll stay here and chat with you. Did you know? I went to a jewelry exhibition two days ago...'

Sharon kept trying to replace topics to distract Xyla, going from one subject to another.

In the end, her tactic worked well as she successfully distracted Xyla into a much better mood.

At approximately eleven o'clock, visitors began showing up in Xyla's ward, mostly acquaintances of the Batton and Quest family who had heard about Xyla's delivery.

Each one was someone prominent not only in Atlantis but also in the entire Country Z.

The visitors arrived in groups one after another. There was a constant flow of people entering and leaving the ward until it gradually lessened by noon.

At half-past twelve, the President and his wife arrived with their trusted personnel to personally visit Xyla.

Suddenly, the entire Municipal Hospital came alive until they left half an hour later.

Upon their departure, Xyla's ward became peaceful again.

Meanwhile, news of the Battons' premature newborns also became widely known due to the many prominent individuals who visited her, appearing on the internet.

The news occupied the number one spot on various search engines, while '#Xyla's premature delivery#' also occupied the number one spot on Weibo's list of hot topics with the tag 'explosive' behind it. People were making all sorts of comments—

"The babies were born at six months old. It sounds critical. I hope they're fine."

"It's a boy and a girl. If they could survive, that would be perfect. Xyla is such a kind person. I hope luck is on her side."

"My apologies for not being

informed. When did Xyla get

pregnant? couldn't tell she was pregnant at all from the photos taken of her at public events. How could she have been six months along?"

"I pray that her children are fine. Xyla and Stanley must feel awful."

"Aren't premature deliveries normal? She can't have the best of everything. God is fair."

"You're heartless. Why can't you hope for the best for other people? Do you think a keyboard warrior like you deserves good things in life?" "What's your name, keyboard warrior? I'll send you to the nearest mental asylum."

Xyla remained oblivious to all these comments.

***

At one o'clock that afternoon, Stanley Batton walked into the ward with some food he had prepared as well as a large silver suitcase. Meanwhile, bodyguards were already in place outside the ward and the neonatal intensive care unit.

The entire floor was sealed off completely, so nobody could enter without permission.

Everyone in the hospital knew the boundaries around Xyla and her children were off-limits to random people.

Stanley had also showered and changed his clothes, now clad in his usual dark shirt and pants.

The shower seemed to do him good as he looked more refreshed and energetic.

Xyla still felt that he was the most handsome man in the world.

Stanley dropped the suitcase by the wall, then placed a white, multi-layered, thermal food

container on the nightstand. "made lunch for you. It's all lightly flavored,

and so you can eat everything."

Xyla nodded. "Thank you, Honey. You haven't slept all night, and yet you still cooked for me. You must be exhausted."

He smiled. "This is nothing compared to what you've gone through."

Hearing him, Sharon immediately

chipped in. "He's right. It is nothing

compared to what you've been through. He should be tired during times like this. Do you think being a father is an easy job?"

Her words always made Xyla feel warm in her heart, feeling grateful that she had the best mother-in-law in the world.

Sharon appreciated her for the sacrifices she had made, and she also demanded that her son do his best to make it up to Xyla. Sharon even treated her like her own daughter.

Stanley calmly gazed at his mother. "Yes, you're right."

After that, he opened the food container and placed all the dishes on the nightstand.

It was a simple lunch consisting of porridge, vegetable soup, and pickled vegetables.

Sharon quickly set up a dining table before helping Xyla to sit up carefully, and personally feeding her.

Right then, somebody suddenly opened the door to the ward.

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