Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose)
Chapter 682 1

Angeline scrambled to pick up the letter and switched on the table lamp on the coffee table. Under the faint yellow glow, she began to read.

"Two years ago, you left without a goodbye. Let it be my turn this time. We're even now, Angeline Severe."

There were no emotions to be read within the resolute and indifferent words.

Angeline broke apart with a loud wail. "What does he mean?"

The old master felt his composure crack under his granddaughter's heart-clenching wails. Opening an eye, he looked at his granddaughter with guilt spilling from his eyes. "I'm sure understanding one letter isn't difficult for a girl as intelligent as you."

Angeline ripped the letter to shreds. "I understand the letter, but what I don't understand are his feelings. Wasn't he supposed to be someone who's heart is as open as the seas? How could he still hold such a grudge? After- After all that I've done to apologize, he's forgiven me already, hasn't he? So why is he just leaving like he's angry again?"

The old master had been worrying about how to separate the two for some time.

Who would have thought that Jay's plan would be so extensive, easily misguiding Angeline with his words?

He understood Angeline best, after all.

With his hold over Angelina's heart, he could easily have her hate him the same way he had her falling for him.

The old master had his work cut out for him. All he had to do was comfort this crybaby.

"Who told you his heart is as open as the seas, Angel? That is but your misguided impression. Other people say that he's a petty man who pulls revenge on every little thing, that he's a complex man who spends every moment scheming. Didn't you know?"

Angeline cried in agony. "I have to find him. I'm going to ask what he means myself. Does he want to separate for good?"

Angeline ran with tears streaming down her face.

The old master sighed hopelessly.

He loved both Angeline and Jay from the depths of his heart. There was nothing he wanted more than to have them spend the rest of their lives happily together.

However, he was still a selfish man. In the case that both of them had their hands tied, he would choose to save Angeline if he needed to make a choice.

It was a choice he had no other choice but to make.

The old master closed his eyes as he leaned back onto the rocking chair. Confusing scenes began to play in

his mind.

"Severe, oh, Severe. What do I do? I've made a grave mistake. This is the end of the Ares family," rambled Dylan Ares incoherently that day as he knocked on his door in the pouring rain.

As the richest man in Imperial Capital, he had always believed the ruthless other to be a man so high up on the social caste, he decided the fates of others.

As far as he was concerned, Dylan had always been a man whose composure remained intact even in the face of monumental change.

Yet that day, Dylan resembled a weak, lost child.

"What happened, Ares?" He shuffled out of his blankets to pour Dylan a cup of tea.

Dylan's hands shook as he held the cup of tea, spilling it everywhere.

"I've accidentally- My daughter-in-law-"

He felt his mind blank at the words Dylan stammered out.

"Which daughter-in-law?" he asked anyway despite his fear of the answer.

He prayed it not to be her.

His prayer had not been heard.

Dylan muttered, "Jordan's.

"Chloe Yorks?" he muttered another name.

"Have you gone mad? Does she look like someone you can afford to offend?"

"I didn't expect such a thing either. I felt like I was possessed by something. Please, you have to help me think of a plan, Severe. Or tens of us Ares'... We're as good as dead!" "A plan? Give me a moment."

The old master's eyes snapped open, revealing a painful look in his eyes.

What an inhumane plan it had been.

His heart still dropped in fear from the memory of it today.

For the Ares family, Dylan had dyed his hands red with the blood of innocents.

He minded not another grandchild or another granddaughter-in-law.

In return, he lost the power to stop the other ever again.