Revenge of the Hideous Lady (Xyla Quest) novel Chapter 1961

The entire house was full of balloons and flowers of various colors, giving a wonderful and lively ambiance.

The fragrant scent of the flowers wafted through the air in the warm space.

It was very soothing.

The view that came into sight looked as wonderful as a fairy tale.

After looking around, Xyla Quest found Jeremy Quest and Betty Starmount in the midst of a discussion as they sat in front of the coffee table.

There was a huge bouquet of white roses in front of them.

Xyla counted ninety-nine roses in total.

She was slightly confused by the extravagant scene.

What was her father up to, setting up such lavish decorations and even inviting her home for dinner?

Perhaps he was preparing to get married.

Right about then, Jeremy and Betty realized that Xyla and Stanley Batton had arrived.

Her father carried the flowers joyfully over to her, with Betty following close behind, smiling from ear to ear.

Jeremy placed the bouquet in her arms, where an alluring scent of roses filled her nostrils. It was comforting.

The fantastic-looking bouquet was decorated exquisitely, and each rose was in full bloom.

Xyla looked at her father with a surprised expression. “Dad, what is this for?”

All of this extravagant gesture for her?

Was it to celebrate Xyla's latest achievement by discovering a cure for leukemia?

Jeremy beamed. “I must celebrate the fact that my daughter has achieved such an accomplishment. I haven’t been well lately and can’t go outside, so Betty and I discussed it and decided to celebrate indoors.

“Betty and the maids have been doing all the heavy lifting since I couldn’t move around much. They must be exhausted, especially Betty, who was the busiest. I was worried about her, but she was all too willing to help out.”

Jeremy had a joyful expression on his face as he spoke, and he seemed to admire Xyla greatly for her accomplishment.

Xyla felt warmth expanding in her heart. She was starting to warm up to Betty, too, for taking such good care of her father.

At the very least, she was truly good to him, never mind what motives she may have had.

Betty scratched her head in embarrassment. “It’s not a big deal, and it’s well deserved, Ms. Quest...I meant, Xyla. Congratulations! You’re truly outstanding. You’re the most impressive girl I’ve met.”

Xyla grinned. “You’re both being too nice. Honestly, I couldn’t have done this on my own.”

She stopped short, unable to tell the truth as Yaksha didn’t want her saying too much.

“Thank you for preparing all these for me. It means a lot, and I’m deeply touched,” Xyla added.

“You're welcome," Betty said. "You said you didn’t achieve this on your own. Who else helped you?”

Xyla smiled before shifting to look at her father and directly changed the topic. “You’ve not been feeling well, Dad? I thought you were fine when I asked previously. I can check your pulse later.”

Jeremy immediately chuckled. “I’m fine, just feeling a little weak now and then. The doctor said I shouldn’t be out in the chilly weather because I haven’t fully recovered from my cold.

“My age is also catching up with me. My immune system isn’t as strong, and my health in general is also deteriorating,” he explained.

“You should’ve told me earlier. I’ll give you a check-up later,” Xyla insisted.

“That is great! I’m very happy to see that you and the baby are fine,” Betty said.

Were the medications Betty used on Xyla all for nothing?

They didn't seem to affect Xyla or the baby at all.

But if that was the case, why was Jeremy’s condition deteriorating?

Perhaps it was because Xyla’s body had a greater tolerance toward those drugs? Perhaps she needed to increase the dosage?

If one bead wasn't sufficient, Betty needed to use two.

As she pondered over this, she subconsciously clenched her fists with an indignant look in her eyes.

“Betty, will you head over to the kitchen to check if the food is ready? If it is, then we can start dinner,” Jeremy told her.

Betty nodded, concealing her mixed emotions and quickly stepping into the kitchen.

She quickly retrieved a transparent bead from her pendant, puncturing a hole in it, before dripping its content into a pot of bird’s nest.

She completed all the steps in less than three seconds.

Washing her hands as if nothing had happened, she then put on a pair of mitts and lifted the lid off a white clay pot on the stove.

The pot contained braised meat, already brought to a full boil.

The dish was red, and it seemed to have a thick texture.

Betty used a spatula to check the hardness of the meat.