Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose)
Chapter 1573

The dark clouds hovering over Jay dissipated.

It turned out that Angeline's recent physical discomfort was not a reaction to any poisoning, but it resulted from her relapsing anxiety disorder.

Although neither of them was the ending he wanted, in comparison, he felt that an anxiety disorder would perhaps not take Angeline's life. Hence, it was easier for him to accept it.

Jay looked at Monster profoundly. Since Monster had Boye's research results in his hands, he had to find ways to coax the materials over so that Angeline's incurable disease could be cured. "Tell me your conditions," Jay said faintly.

Monster outright refused him. "Do you think I'll let you have what you want? Jay Ares, I'm the only person in this world who wants you to live the most agonizingly painful life. Do you really think that I'll willingly provide you the medication that can cure Angeline?"

Jay was puzzled. "Why do you hate me so much?"

Monster's reddened pupils were immediately filled with flames of hatred. "I don't hate you. I hate your grandfather, and I hate your mother even more. But I know that they're both people who can't care less about life and death, so torturing them is useless. Moreover, the two of them have a common shortcoming, that is, they both love you to bits. So torturing you will, in turn, make them truly suffer as well." Jay closed his eyes. It turned out that all the suffering and hardship he endured were due to his grandfather and mother.

As the blood of his grandfather and his mother flowed inside his body, he had nothing to say in return when asked to repay their debts. However, Angeline was innocent.

Angeline had to endure so much just because she loved him. The person he felt most guilty and sorry for in his life was Angeline.

"Monster, you can make my life hell. But please let Angeline go," Jay's voice carried a low, pleading tone.

"Haha, it's her fault for falling in love with you. Aren't the two of you living and dying together? Only if Angeline lives in hell can you end up in hell as well. I'm not stupid. I'll never let her live in this lifetime," Monster retorted manically.

A bloodthirsty cold light appeared in Jay's eyes, and his voice was even more terrifying than a demon itself. "If you don't make her feel better, I won't allow you to live peacefully too."

When Monster saw the invincible Jay getting frustrated and angry, he seemed to have a taste of the joys of revenge. He started laughing wildly. "Haha, I'm already a lone wolf. I've long been unafraid of death. Plus, I've already accepted the fact that you lot will be imprisoning me in Mount Pearl for a lifetime."

Jay leaned forward as his pupils shot out a cold glare, as if countless sharp arrows were about to shoot toward Monster.

"I know that you're not afraid of suffering when it comes to physical pain, Monster. But are you afraid of mental and heart suffering?" Jay hissed.

"There's not a thing in this world that I actually care about." Monster appeared indifferent.

"Is that so? What about your daughter?" Jay sat up straight. His profound pupils were locked onto Monster's eyes.

Monster's smile froze slightly.

"I don't have a daughter." He suddenly roared like thunder.

Jay curled his lips. "Why are you getting stirred up?"

He crossed his legs again, calmly admiring Monster's current ugly state.

Monster realized that he had lost his temper and forced himself to calm down. However, he could not help but ask, "Is Lil Thirteen dead or alive?"

He remembered that he had issued a decree to his cronies to prevent Sis Thirteen from falling into Doomsday's hands and being imprisoned like him, tortured to extract confessions. He allowed Sis Thirteen to die in allegiance to the military intelligence division.

That kid had obeyed him since she was a child, so she must have stayed loyal to the military intelligence division and committed suicide.

Jay replied, "She bit her tongue and committed suicide."

Although he had guessed this from the start, Monster could not say a word for quite some time.

He could feel his heart weeping from sorrow, and there was no trace of relief.