Revenge of the Hideous Lady (Xyla Quest) novel Chapter 979

At this moment, a thought suddenly occurred to Xyla Quest. “Being afraid of something melting in one’s mouth, and also being afraid of it falling from one’s hand.”

This was how much Stanley Batton doted on her.

Xyla stood still without moving, allowing Stanley to wash her hands and wipe them dry for her.

He was meticulous, almost as if he was cleaning dust off an antique item.

After cleaning Xyla’s hands, Stanley picked her up like a princess and walked into the dining room. He then gently placed her in her usual seat.

After that, Stanley sat down in his seat and placed the ingredients into the broth for Xyla.

Throughout the process, Xyla was only responsible for eating.

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After the wine and food, Xyla went into the study, switched on the computer, and checked her email.

She wanted to find out if the top domestic and international hematologists she had emailed for help had replied to her.

However, there was nothing in the mailbox except her work emails.

Xyla let out a long sigh. After that, she continued to search the internet for information about Stanley’s medical condition.

Despite her effort, she couldn’t find any useful information about his condition. Stanley’s situation was very rare, and Xyla couldn’t find anybody else who had the same condition as him.

Finally, Xyla began to feel her head aching. She slowly turned off the computer before leaning into her chair to rest with her eyes closed.

Although it might seem like there wasn’t any possibility of curing Stanley’s disease, Xyla still didn’t want to give up so easily.

She had to cure him, no matter what price she had to pay or what difficulties she had to face.

After resting for a while, she got up and began to look through some medical books she had brought back from Country Y. These were medical books that recorded various complicated diseases domestically and abroad.

Xyla refused to believe that Stanley was the only person who suffered from this unique medical condition.

After another half an hour—

Stanley walked in with a glass of warm milk.