Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose)
Chapter 583

What was once unparalleled elegance was left a rebellious mess. Angeline stared at him in shock as tears continued to fall freely.

She was so overwhelmed by her emotions that she ended up needing to muffle her mouth with her hand so that her sobs were no longer audible.

She ended up spending 18 hours with him, watching him quietly without a sip of water or a bite of food.

The doctor had urged her numerous times, but he always received the same uneasy reply from Angeline. "Let me stay with him for a little longer."

She had never thought to listen to him in this lifetime. He would think of plans to tie her to him, while she would come up with excuse after excuse to leave him.

Perhaps he would not have had to suffer such an ambush if it were not for her stubborn and impulsive behavior. Even if there was no escaping the ambush, she would at least have been by his side, and he would not have to walk this path alone.

The effects of the anesthetic began to wear off, and Jay felt his mind slowly clear from his long sleep. His consciousness was still muddled, and his mind was still drowsy. He had yet the strength to open his eyes.

Soft sounds of someone sobbing drifted into his ears. The voice was heavy with restraint and forbearance a s if the person dared not cry too loud despite their extreme grief.

Jay felt his frustration rise at the person's sobbing. He was still alive. It was too early to employ professional mourners.

"I'm so sorry, Jaybie. I promise I'll never leave you again." The shamelessness and timidity of the voice that was so distinctively Angeline sounded clearly in his ear.

It melted the frosted heart of Jay, like the first light of spring over withered trees in the winter. Every decayed, lifeless vegetation came back to life as if they were doused with the fountain of youth, growing into a new patch of young grassland.

His Angeline was back.

Elated as he was, a bone-crushing amount of sadness enveloped him as well.

Why now?

With how frail he looked now, it would only make sense why she was crying so hard.

The doctor came to urge Angeline again. "You've been here for 18 hours already, Missus. You have to at least drink water and eat. That way, you'll have the energy to stay by the president's side!" "18 hours!" Angeline was shocked at how fast time

flew.

Perhaps the lucky number 18 had thrown her sadness out the window, for she suddenly smiled and turned to Jay. "I'll come to see you again tomorrow, love." Angeline's exit once again left the room in a lifeless silence.

Only then did Jay slowly open his eyes.

The white care room was filled with the sharp tang of bleach and disinfectant. Sunlight shone into the room in a zebra-like pattern onto the floor through the curtains. As if everything he heard moments ago was but a hallucination, Jay's tired eyes slipped softly shut again.

The next day.

After a full check-up, the doctor finally announced," The president's condition has stabilized and his life is no longer in danger. He can be moved to the normal wards." Therefore, Jay was moved to the hospital's VIP room.

After the effects of the anesthetics had passed, Jay finally peeled open his eyes again.

A layer of frost landed on his chiseled features as he realized he was lying in bed with no feeling in his unmovable legs.

"What happened to my legs?" he asked the doctor.

A bad feeling nudged at his chest as memories of the night of the accident surfaced in his mind. The group of *ssholes had injected his leg with an inexplicable substance when they ambushed him. Evidently, they had succeeded.

"Your legs show slight signs of atrophy, Mr. President."

"Will I be able to stand?" he asked, jaws tight.

The doctor's expression was grim. "You'll need a miracle, Mr. President."

The corners of Jay's lips tugged into a self-mocking smirk.

Full recovery was impossible, so all he could pray for now was the condition of his legs to not worsen.