Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose)
Chapter 1545

Angeline merely embraced Sis Thirteen as she curled up in her arms. She was like a child who was conceived in Angeline's womb.

"Thirteen, Mommy's going to bring you home." Angeline patted her gently.

However, Sis Thirteen did not respond to her.

Angeline felt that Sis Thirteen was a little too quiet, so she reached out her hand to poke her nose. However, she felt blood beside her mouth.

"Thirteen!" Angeline howled heartbreakingly.

Sis Thirteen had committed suicide by biting her tongue.

The gunshots had ended at an earlier time.

After Mount Pearl experienced that fierce battle, there was an atmosphere of suppressed darkness everywhere.

Blood was spilled and there were corpses everywhere.

Fortunately, after paying a hefty price, they finally won the war. This was a blessing in misfortune.

Jenson and Baby Robbie brought their spoils of war. Meanwhile, Grand Old Master Yorks led the residents of Yorks Stronghold to the village gates to greet them.

The Corvettes carried in eight injured beautiful girls in front of them.

Chloe, who was sitting in a wheelchair, was being pushed forward by Jordan.

Jenson and Baby Robbie were walking behind Jordan.

The Corvettes' captain dashed toward Spencer and the grand old master. He said, "Patriarch, these beautiful girls are the military intelligence division's agents. They were all injured from trying to save Lil Admiral, s o Lil Admiral instructed us to take them back for treatment."

The grand old master's sharp gaze swept across the eight girls' beautiful faces one at a time. Then, a smile appeared in his eyes as he nodded. "Since they're all friends of my great-grandson, then we at Yorks Stronghold must treat them with hospitality. Quick, please send them to the medical clinic for treatment. Tell the doctor to give them the best of the best and don't leave any scars on their faces."

Spencer bewilderedly looked at the grand old master. The old man's excessive concern over the enemies held captive was making his imagination run wild.

"Dad, they're all the military intelligence division's agents."

From Spencer's point of view, it was already nice of them to spare their lives. Who would care whether or not their faces were scarred?

Grand Old Master Yorks rolled his eyes at Spencer and reprimanded him, "How do you lack so much emotional intelligence even at your age? Look at these girls. Each and every one of them has been beaten up into this tragic sight. That means they all like Baby Robbie. I'm telling you, one of them has got to be my future great granddaughter-in-law."

Spencer quickly realized it now and hurriedly commanded the Corvettes, "Didn't you hear our grand old master? Promptly send them to the hospital. Find the best doctor and treat them with the best medicine."

"Yes."

After the girls were sent away by the Corvettes, the grand old master was caught off guard from looking at Chloe.

Although her muscles were reduced to a state of atrophy and she looked rather senile, the beauty of her past was still there. Her delicate and prominent facial features were still particularly recognizable. When the grand old master saw her, he was immediately petrified.

"Spencer, take a good look at that lady over there. Is she your sister?" The grand old master's voice began to tremble.

Spencer was choked up. "Dad, it's Sis."

The grand old master began trembling, and Spencer hurried over to support the old man. The two then hobbled toward Chloe.

"Papa," Chloe burst into tears when she saw her father whom she had not seen in a long time.

"Is that really you, Chloe?" The grand old master was pleasantly surprised.

Chloe nodded. "It's me, Papa."