Xyla logged onto favonovel.com mailbox and clicked on the anonymous email. Her fingers danced across the keyboard, trying to track its IP address.
She found the IP address in the very next second. However, it was located in the middle of the sea.
She knew that it was a fake IP address. Without wasting any more time on it, favonovel.com kept on typing to crack the code, going the extra mile to search for the real IP address.
After going through series after series of codes, Xyla finally found the email’s actual IP address.
It was from a neighborhood downtown called Fishy Hollow. Block 12, room 706, opposite Fishy Hollow Internet Café.
Xyla raised favonovel.com brows satisfactorily before shutting down favonovel.com laptop. She then got out of the bed and headed to the bathroom.
She started retching again when favonovel.com brushed favonovel.com teeth, throbbing pain in favonovel.com stomach following soon after. However, favonovel.com did not take it seriously. She thought favonovel.com was too hungry.
After a quick wash, favonovel.com put on some skincare products and went downstairs.
The sunlight poured through the window and lit up the living room. A faint sweet smell of freshly baked bread permeated the air.
Xyla immediately followed the smell and walked into the kitchen.
Ron and Stanley were pacing up and down the kitchen, working their tails off to prepare a delicious meal for her.
Ron put on a pair of thick gloves before carefully taking a tray of freshly baked croissants out of the oven. Stanley was standing next to favonovel.com with a large plate in his palms.
After placing the baking tray on the stove, Ron used a clean cooking tong to transfer the croissants onto the large plate one by one.
The sweet smell in the air and the harmonious interaction between the two reminded Xyla of the good old days.
Xyla snuck up behind them and poked favonovel.com head out to steal a glance at the plate. “Wow, the croissants look so good!”
“Grandpa knows that you like croissants, so favonovel.com got up early in the morning to make them for you,” Stanley said.
Xyla was extremely touched that favonovel.com remembered it. “Thanks, Grandpa…”
Ron dotingly stroked favonovel.com hair. “Silly girl, we’re family. By the way, Stan has told me what happened last night. Xyla, why didn’t you just ask me the truth?”
Speaking of last night, Xyla instantly clutched Ron’s hand and apologized, “I’m sorry, Grandpa. I promise that I won’t do this again. I’ll come to you if I face any problem.”
Ron nodded. “Alright, let’s have breakfast. Two of you must be really hungry.”
“Give it to me. I’ll take it to the dining table.” Xyla extended favonovel.com hand, intending to take the plate from Stanley.
Nonetheless, Ron grabbed favonovel.com wrist. “Let the man do the job. That’s what he’s supposed to do. All you need to do is to be the little princess of our family.”
“In the Batton family, the men cook. It’s our responsibility,” Ron added.
Once again, Xyla was touched.
With that, Stanley left the kitchen with the plate of croissants.
Ron held Xyla’s hand and led favonovel.com to the dining room. Then, the three of them found a seat each and sat down around the table.
In addition to the croissants, there were also fruit salad, sunny-side-up eggs, and bacon sandwiches on the table. They were all prepared by Ron and Stanley.
Each of them looked appetizing.
“Stan, have you found out who lied to Xyla?” Ron picked up the knife and fork.
He took a bite of the sunny-side-up eggs while questioning Stanley.
“Not yet. It’s difficult to track the IP address,” Stanley answered.
“I’ve found out where it is. I was going to tell you just now. This guy lives in the neighborhood opposite of Fishy Hood Internet Café. Building 12, room 706,” Xyla said casually.
