Revenge of the Hideous Lady (Xyla Quest) novel Chapter 2197

Xyla Quest immediately turned her attention to Sharon Lindt and Wilson Batton. “To be honest, Stanley doesn’t have it easy either.”

She wished they could be more concerned about Stanley Batton too.

“Isn’t it only right for men to work hard? Otherwise, who would take care of the family? How else would we have such a wonderful daughter-in-law?” Sharon asked.

“That’s right. I agree,” Wilson spoke up.

She didn’t know how to respond to that.

“Honey, you should drink the chicken soup while it's warm. I’ll get my own,” Stanley urged.

After that, he handed Lynette Batton over to his father before heading into the kitchen.

Right then, his mother picked up the bowl of chicken soup and began carefully feeding Xyla as if she was taking care of a baby.

Xyla felt uneasy about it as her parents-in-law already had to take care of the children, and cook for the family.

She didn’t want to have things done for her all the time.

Setting Lynette down, she reached for the bowl of chicken soup instead. “Let me do it myself, Mom. You should rest for a while.”

“No,hold onto Lynette. Let me feed you. Good girl,” Sharon insisted.

It was too awkward to disagree, so she obeyed helplessl while Sharon remained focused and careful.

The nannies nearby couldn’t resist talking—

“Ms. Quest, you’re so lucky.”

They figured Xyla had probably rescued the galaxy in her past life to warrant this charmed life.

She smiled in contentment when she heard their comments, feeling grateful on the inside. “I agree, there isn’t a better family than the Battons.”

Everyone nodded in agreement while Sharon and Wilson both beamed happily at her words.

Right then, Stanley returned from the kitchen with a bowl of chicken soup and sat next to her.

It was a stark contrast how his mother was feeding his wife while he drank his own soup.

The nannies couldn’t help but exchange glances, wondering if Xyla was their biological daughter instead.

“Stanley, I saw a chicken drumstick in your bowl. That’s Xyla’s favorite, so hand it over,” Sharon said, staring at the only piece of chicken drumstick in his bowl.