Revenge of the Hideous Lady (Xyla Quest) novel Chapter 2293

“Mr. Batton instructed us to prepare a nice meal for you, so we’ve already prepared lunch. Mr. Batton specifically chose all your favorite dishes. You may go down and eat now,” a nanny informed her respectfully.

Xyla Quest nodded without taking her attention away from Lynette Batton and Leon Batton.

At that moment, she didn’t want food but to stay with her children.

They hadn’t seen each other for only a day, but she had missed them terribly, so it felt almost like a long-awaited reunion after being apart for half a century.

She wanted to make up for lost time with her children.

Sometimes, she wished she could lounge around at home with them.

She constantly yearned for freedom and her job back when she was going through postpartum recovery.

However, once she became truly free, she realized she barely had any time for her children.

Out of twenty-four hours in a day, she could only spare two to three hours for them, so she began to miss the time she spent during postpartum recovery.

At the very least, she could constantly be around her children to accompany them during those days.

“Ms. Quest, would you like to head down for food now?”

“I’m not in a hurry," she answered with a smile. "I’d like to spend some time with the kids first.”

The nanny smiled and nodded. “Okay, take your time. The kids probably missed you a lot. I can tell even though they can’t speak yet.

“When you and Mr. Batton didn’t return last night, they kept peering around as if searching for you. They also stayed up late, which was unusual for them. Perhaps they were waiting up.”

One by one, the nannies spoke with sincerity, their eyes filled with affection when they gazed at the twins.

Xyla chuckled. “I don’t want to influence them on whether they enter the entertainment industry. They can decide themselves once they become independent adults.

“I shouldn't decide anything on their behalf. I hope my children will live freely and do whatever they want,” she added.

She never understood why some parents forced their will upon their children and even detested those who planned out their children’s lives.

Everyone was born to be independent with the right to choose the kind of life they wanted to live. That choice belonged to that person alone without interference from others.

The nannies nodded in agreement at her words.

“You're right, Ms. Quest. You are indeed so open-minded.”