Revenge of the Hideous Lady (Xyla Quest)
Chapter 573

When the two of them stepped into the house, May Conner and Jeremy Quest were sitting on the sofa and enjoying their Chinese tea. The same gentle smile appeared on both their faces as soon as they noticed the lovebirds' presence in the living room.

However, Xyla Quest could always feel a chill of eeriness in the air no matter how gentle May tried to smile.

Xyla returned the elders with a polite smile as she walked up to them, her hands tightly holding to the stunning man beside her.

Stanley Batton placed the two boxes of cordyceps in front of Jeremy. "Dad, this is for you."

"Thank you, Stan... There are still plenty of tonics and supplements at home, so please don't waste any more money on them." Jeremy picked up one of the boxes and studied it carefully. Though Jeremy did not show it, he was delighted to receive a gift from his daughter and son-in-law, just like any other parents out there.

Looking at their touched and happy faces, May felt very much like an outsider.

Her mood was going downhill too.

Everything happening in front of her right now seemed to contradict with what she had initially imagined.

Pulling Stanley's hand, Xyla led him to the sofa and sat down beside Jeremy.

"May, hurry up and prepare lunch for us. What are you waiting for? Remember to make Stan and Xyla's favorite dishes," said Jeremy as he glanced at May.

"Sure... I'll make you guys some lunch first." Following that statement, May beamed at them and went straight to the kitchen.

As soon as she set foot inside the kitchen, the smile on her face faltered and was replaced by a gloomy expression.

After May left the three of them, Jeremy held Xyla's hand in his and began to complain. "You little kiddo, even if you want to keep a low profile, you shouldn't hide everything from me, okay?" Xyla leaned her head on Jeremy's shoulder. She proceeded to wrap her hands around his left arm tightly. "I'm sorry, Dad."

"Well, I've never blamed you on that. That's not the reason I ask both of you to come today as well. I want to know what's going on with Bailey Ronson and Henry," Jeremy continued.

Immediately, Xyla recounted everything she had heard from Henry to her father.

After hearing the ins and outs of the incident, Jeremy was smoldering with rage. He slapped the sofa furiously. "Freaking Bailey... Her behavior is out of line!"

"Alright, alright. Please don't be mad, Dad. This matter is over." Xyla patted his chest softly, trying to calm him down.

"I can never get over it. Even if you really lied to me, she can't just expose you in front of the crowd, right? What was she trying to do? Wasn't she trying to destroy you?" The anger in his tone was only amplified with each word he spoke.

Hearing that her father cared for her warmed Xyla's heart. "Alright, Dad, don't be angry. Forget it."

Jeremy didn't notice it, but wrinkles had started forming on his forehead again. "The Sullivan family has fallen from grace now. Serve them right."

Satisfaction set in as Jeremy reminded himself of Bailey's helpless face at the banquet when Stanley launched a counterattack at her.

"That b*tch was really dumb. She didn't really think that she could ruin your life with that, did she? Let's say what she said that night is true. What's going to happen? Your reputation will collapse, and it'll be a shame to our family, that's all. She's not going to change anything." Jeremy snorted coldly.

His words filled Xyla's eyes with consternation.

What he said was totally out of her expectation.

"Aren't you going to kick me out of the house? I thought you'd never recognize me as your daughter again after all the lies I've told you," asked Xyla.

"You're my daughter. Even if you made a mistake in your life, you're still my daughter. I might be mad, but my rage will eventually fade as time passes. Besides, I'm sure you have your reason if you really did something like that." Jeremy ran his fingers across Xyla's hair gently. He wore a loving expression as he stared deep into her eyes.

At that moment, Xyla could feel a prickly feeling at the tip of her nose. Guilt and gratefulness intertwined in her heart, pulsing through her veins unceasingly.