NovelEnglishThe news headline was praising Xyla Quest's painting. Search the Findwebsite on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.
Xyla knew what everyone was probably saying in the comment section without even having to read through the article.
She didn't tap on the link. Instead, she locked her phone screen and looked at Sharon Lindt. "Mom, I never told you I could paint. Why were you so confident inin front of everyone earlier?" Xyla asked. This was something Xyla had wanted to ask Sharon.
Sharon placed her hands on her face and smiled at Xyla. "It's because of your comments and what you said to your stepmother... You said that just because you have never painted in the past, it didn't mean you wouldn't know how to paint now." "Why didn't you think I was just blowing my own trumpet as everyone else said?" Xyla felt a warm sensation spreading in her heart when she recalled how much Sharon trusted in her.
Sharon smiled. "That's because I know that Xyla would never blow her own trumpet. You always say what you mean. I never doubted anything you said," Sharon responded. Xyla was touched by what Sharon said.
She felt as if a warm flow of air had entered her chest.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Thank you... Mom," Xyla said.
"What's there to thank? If you want to thank me, you can do so by teachinghow to paint," Sharon said with a smile.
"Of course," Xyla said and smiled as she held Sharon's hand.
As soon as their hands touched, Xyla's phone rang again...
The call was from her gaming team's manager, Michael Gabriel. "What's up, Michael?" Xyla immediately picked up.
"Boss, Canelo accidentally sprained his wrist when he was carrying sstuff earlier. He won't be able to play in the semi-finals. Right now, we don't have any back-up ADC player. You'll have to take his place, boss. Otherwise, we're a gone case for this season." Michael sounded full of panic.
"What? Is the injury serious? Now isn't the tto talk about the competition. It's his condition that's more important." Xyla's heart tightened immediately when she heard what Michael said.
Now, Xyla was more worried about Canelo's well-being than whether or not the team could participate in this season's competition.
Michael let out a long sigh. "It's terrible. He has a slight fracture, and he's being treated at the municipal hospital right now." "Got it. I'll cover right away..." Xyla said as she stood up.
Although she had just met these players, she still felt affected by what she had just found out.
These were all young kids who had left hto pursue a career in professional gaming in Atlantis on their own. It wasn't easy for them at all. Each of them deserved to be taken care of by their boss, Xyla. Although Sharon didn't hear what was said on the phone, she overheard the word 'injury'. Sharon immediately stood up with a nervous look on her face.
"What happened? Who got injured?" Sharon asked.
"I bought over a gaming team recently. One of the boys hurt his wrist. Mom, you guys can continue having the meal. I'll have to excuse myself. Sorry," Xyla said.
"Okay... Would you liketo cwith you?" Sharon asked.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmXyla shook her head.
"Xyla, you must arrange for the best doctor to treat that child. Make sure he gets the best treatment, and make takes care of him too.
sure someone takes Based on what I know, these kids usually leave hearly to pursue a career in professional gaming. It's not easy for them," Sharon said thoughtfully. "I know," Xyla said.
With that, Xyla grabbed her car key and quickly drove to the municipal hospital in her red Maserati. When she arrived, Michael called her and told her that Canelo was already in the ward.
After finding out the ward number, she ran right over.
Inside were only Michael and Canelo.
Canelo's arm was covered in bandages, and he wouldn't stop e.
m crying while keeping his head down. X
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