NovelAppThe meeting lasted for more than an hour.
After Xyla Quest decided to call it a day, the employees gave her a respectful nod and left the office one after another.
Xyla shuffled to her office desk exhaustedly and plopped onto her soft, comfortable office chair.
Her neck was sore and stiff.
She slowly rolled her head in the clockwise direction for a few seconds before turning on the computer to look for more information about Stanley Batton's blood disease on the internet.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe talked to Stanley and Ron Batton for the past few days to learn more about the disease.
There were many types of congenital dyserythropoietic anemia, and Stanley's was known as aplastic anemia.
It was mainly caused by the malfunction of the hematopoietic stem cells in the bone marrow.
It was not a terminal illness for most people. It could usually be cured by undergoing a bone marrow transplant. Unfortunately, Stanley was a special case. His genetic materials did not allow him to undergo a bone marrow transplant. He had a high chance of suffering from extreme, life-threatening transplant rejection if he went for the surgery.
Xyla had been looking for possible treatments for his unique condition for several days but to no avail.
Although she considered herself proficient in the medical field, she felt really helpless and useless about Stanley's blood disease. S~Earch the FindNøvelwebsite on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.
However, she did not want to give up.
Failing to find any information from the internet, Xyla started to send emails to sof her friends and experts in the medical field to ask for help.
When she was about to send the third email, her phone vibrated.
It was Jeremy Quest who called her.
Xyla massaged her forehead wearily before picking up the call.
"Xyla, cto my office now," Jeremy said.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Okay," Xyla answered without hesitation, after which she hung up the phone.
She grabbed her phone and headed straight to the president's office.
She knocked on the door politely a few times. After receiving a response from Jeremy, she pushed open the door and entered the office. Jeremy was alone in the office.
He was currently holding a magnifying glass in his right hand, carefully examining a piece of old French painting. Noticing Xyla's arrival, Jeremy immediately put down the magnifying glass and looked at Xyla. "Xyla, cover here." Following that statement, he gently waved at Xyla.
Xyla quickly walked up to him and stood beside him. "Dad, is there anything I can help you with?" she asked.
"Nah, I just want to tell you that the m divorce agreement is ready. I've asked my lawyer to send it to May Conner, Jeremy said. There was not a sign of grievance or regret on his face. Upon hearing that, Xyla studied his expression in earnest, her eyes brimming with curiosity. Seeing that he was as calm as ever, she heaved a sigh and asked, "I see... Has she signed yet?"
"She refuses to do so, but that's not going to affect my decision. I'll send my lawyer to communicate with her again. If she doesn't want to sign, then we'll proceed with the legal process." Jeremy added, "Xyla, I'm going to leave that woman no matter what. She's horrible." "Alright." Xyla nodded in agreement. She then met his eyes and asked cautiously, "Dad, are you okay?" Jeremy shrugged indifferently. "Yeah. I'm done with her. Keeping her by my side won't do us any good." "Good to hear that." Xyla smiled.
"You and Stan don't have to cback for dinner tonight. I'm fine being alone." Jeremy returned her smile. "Okay then "Xyle nodded before continuing, "Dad, you can always ctoif you're in a bad mood." Yet, Jeremy shrugged indifferently again. "Look at me. Do I look like I'm in a bad mood? By the way-"
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