Chapter 306


    The Sullivan family left the ward with X Quest after bidding farewell to Jeremy Quest.


    As soon as he walked out of the ward, Tom Sullivan let out a long sigh. He quickly reached into his


    pocket for his car keys. “I''m going to go get the car now,” he said with his head lowered.


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    After that, he left without turning back.


    Tom walked very quickly and did not even look up at anyone as he walked away.


    Julian Sullivan silently leaned against his wheelchair as Bailey Ronson wheeled him along. He fixed


    his eyes upon Tom from behind and narrowed his eyes suspiciously.


    However, after a second, he looked away and a gentle expression returned to his face.


    ***


    When X arrived home, Stanley Batton happened to be walking down the stairs and was looking


    at his phone with a concentrated expression on his face.


    He was wearing a white knit shirt and brown cks, an outfit that couldn’t be simpler, but he made it


    seem unusually elegant and noble.


    “I was just about to look for you next door. Why are you back here already?” Stanley approached


    X when he saw her.


    “Well…We’re going to have to stay home for lunch today,” X said.


    “What happened?” Stanley asked.


    “Emily Quest was severely depressed, and she tried tomit suicide in prison. They have just


    resuscitated her. My father and May Conner are in the hospital with her,” X said ndly.


    When she was done speaking, she slouched against the couch.


    X couldn’t feel happier just sitting on the couch like this, and she wished she could do this all day.


    “Severely depressed? Does she have a history of depression?” Stanley asked as he looked deeply


    at X and sat down next to her.


    X shook her head. “No, I guess it was spurred on by Tom Sullivan filing for divorce. Moreover,


    she had no freedom in prison. That must have all added up.”


    “Are you sure it wasn’t an act?” Stanley had a cold look in his eyes.


    “The diagnosis was made with the aid of instruments. Do you think anyone would be able to fool the


    doctors that way?” X retorted.


    “Yeah… Special agents could,” Stanley said.


    “As you said, only special agents could do that. Emily isn’t a special agent, and she doesn’t have


    skills like that. Besides, I’ve hired people to keep an eye on her in there, so there’s no way she


    could pull any tricks,” X added.


    Stanley remained silent as he lit a cigarette and took a puff at it.


    “Five Batton,” X said.


    “Yeah?” Stanley asked.


    “Are we going out for lunch, or are we eating at home?” X asked.


    “You decide,” he said.


    “I want to eat at home. The ingredients in the fridge will go bad if we don’t eat them soon, but I don’t


    feel like moving. I’m so tired right now,” X said before exhaustedly touching her neck.


    “I’ll cook then,” Stanley said.


    “Thank you for doing this even on New Year’s Day,” X said with a smile.


    “You’re wee,” Stanley said.


    X’s smile widened. She felt immensely happy.


    For some reason, X would feel unusually secure whenever she was with Stanley.


    Everything felt peaceful because of him.


    “What would you like to eat?” Stanley asked with a serious expression.


    “Anything you like. I’m not picky,” X replied with a gentle smile.


    Without saying anything, Stanley walked into the kitchen.


    Right then, X received a call from Georgie Clementine. It sounded very lively and festive on


    Georgie’s end, exactly like how New Year’s Day should be.