Revenge of the Hideous Lady (Xyla Quest) novel Chapter 468

It was Sharon Lindt who called him. Pressing the green ‘answer’ icon, Stanley Batton picked up his mother’s call while heading to the elevator.

The two nurses who walked past Stanley were astounded by his handsome features. Their immediate reaction was to clutch each other’s hands, secretly screaming in excitement.

However, Stanley did not give a fig about them.

“Stan, our baby girl was awfully bullied by the Sullivans. You ought to make Mary Sullivan pay the price!” Sharon could be heard bellowing in anger on the other end of the phone.

Stanley strode into the elevator and pressed the button to close the elevator doors under the attention and admiration of countless girls.

“I get it,” he said before he hung up the phone.

On the other hand, Xyla could not take her eyes off the supper that Stanley had left behind since the man went out of her ward. She did not notice it, but the corner of her lips had started curving upwards into a gentle smile.

She did not touch those suppers at all. On the contrary, she turned to Georgie Clementine and pleaded, “Georgie, please push me to Catherine’s ward. I want to see her.”

“Alright.” Without hesitation, Georgie reached out for the wheelchair placed beside the door and carefully assisted her to sit on it.

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When Stanley reached Catherine Batton’s ward, the doctor had already examined her foot. She was currently sitting on her bed, busy chatting with Noah Smith.

Her eyes took on a hurt and pitiful expression the moment she saw Stanley. “Fifth brother, you’re finally here.”

Stepping forward, Stanley ran his fingers through her hair gently and asked about her condition with a concerned face. “Are you okay?”

Catherine nodded in response. “I’m fine. I tried to contact you after I called the police but apparently your phone was turned off. Therefore, I decided to inform you later after you turn on your phone. Well, who knew that such a thing would happen to me?”

Upon hearing that, Stanley felt terribly guilty about his slip-up. “I’m so sorry. My phone ran out of battery.”

Catherine smiled encouragingly. “It’s nothing, Fifth brother.”

Stanley did not say anything as the discomfort in his heart remained. Slowly, his eyes fell on Noah Smith.

Meeting his gaze, Noah beamed a smile at him. “Hey Fifth brother.”

“Hey,” He responded, his tone as flat as a pancake. Then, he sat near the edge of Catherine’s bed and asked, “Which foot of yours is hurt?”

Rolling up the pant of her right leg, Catherine exposed her red and swollen right ankle, pointing it to her brother. “Here it is. I looked extremely pathetic just now.”