Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose)
Chapter 582

Seeing Old Master Severe, Jack immediately approached with a fake smile plastered on his face." Quick, Uncle Severe, look at this woman who's pretending to be your precious granddaughter. Just look at her. How could she be your granddaughter?"

Old Master Severe lifted his head to look at Angeline who was in front of him.

Angeline could not help but weep tears of joy as she watched her grandfather move his head freely by himself while both his hands held the handrests of the wheelchair.

"Grandfather." She approached slowly to kneel before Old Master Severe with tears in her eyes.

Old Master Severe reached out a shaky hand to caress her restored cheek as old tears began to trickle from his eyes. "Does it hurt?"

Perhaps for a man such as Old Master Severe who had experienced so much of life, it took more than appearance alone for him to identify a person, for a person's eyes told much more.

Angeline's appearance had been hideous two years ago. She may have spent every day smiling in front of her grandfather, but how could Old Master Severe not understand the woes of his granddaughter? How would the eldest daughter of the Severe family,

grand and noble as she, ever tolerate her proud spirit to be restricted by such a gruesome shell of a body?

She must have been looking for a certain place, seeking Nirvana, since her disappearance two years ago before she finally returned gorgeous today.

Old Master Severe quickly deduced the happenings after Angeline's incident thanks to his seasoned understanding that came with experience. All that was left was an unending amount of heartache and pity. Which was why he had asked, "Does it hurt?"

Angeline shook her head. "Not at all."

The three words were spoken with a lightheartedness that wiped away all the pain and suffering she had felt the past two years, leaving only a radiant smile in its wake.

Old Master Severe knew his granddaughter well. He knew that despite her tears and smiles, she would always be an optimist who would never dwell in her own self-pity.

Old Master Severe could not help but complain, "Why put yourself through so much trouble when you know Jay doesn't care about how you look?"

It was a touching scene of a grandfather's reunion with his granddaughter.

It was one that had Jack riled beyond impatience, to the point that he could not help but remind Old

Master Severe. "Are you getting confused, Uncle Severe? Your Angeline Severe died nine years ago. It was a car crash. Did you forget?"

Old Master Severe's expression immediately soured as he derated, "Don't you jinx my granddaughter, Jack. She's right here, safe and sound, in front of me. What nonsense are you spouting?" Embarrassed, Jack left with the flick of his sleeve.

Wiping off the droplets of cold sweat on his forehead, Grayson approached Angeline while still suffering from aftershocks. "Glad to have you back, Missus."

Angeline stood and asked Grayson, "How's the president?"

Grayson replied, "He's no longer in danger, but the president's legs. I'm afraid..."

Angeline's fat tears streamed down her pale face as she choked out, "He would never accept it!"

Jay Ares had always been the embodiment of perfection since young. A large emotional drop was to be expected with such a sharp turn of events.

"Can I see him?"

Watching Angeline's bloodshot teary eyes, Grayson croaked, "Yeah."

Angeline put on the hospital's sterile clothing, only to be stopped suddenly by Old Master Severe just before entering the intensive care unit. "Would you help me pass a word, Angel? Tell him he still owes me the

chance to walk you down the aisle."

Angeline was stunned for a moment, confused about the meaning behind Grandfather's words. However, she nodded obediently anyway. "Alright."

The doctor brought Angeline into the intensive care unit. On the bed lay Jay. His previously filled cheeks were hollowed out and the muscles on both his legs had begun to show signs of slight atrophy.