Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose)
Chapter 697

"Still, the more I think about how he doesn't want me, the better I need to live. I just want him to know that I'm doing well. Even without him, I'm perfectly fine," Josephine muttered.

The duo's response to a breakup could not be more different. Josephine was the type to carry the pain herself, hiding it behind the facade of living happily.

She would suffer to keep her dignity intact.

Angeline, though, perhaps it was because she trusted the relationship enough that she did not believe Jay no longer loved her. She was set on doing anything if it meant tearing down Jay's facade. However, should Angeline's deep trust for the relationship break, she would suffer damage way worse than Josephine's.

Angeline was the type to love without reserves.

"I won't give up on your brother, Josephine. Not until my last breath," she stated with determination as she lied on the sofa, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. Unable to change Angeline's mind, Josephine could only follow her flow. "Not even a hunger strike worked, Sis Angeline. What else do you have up your sleeve?" Angeline shot up from the sofa, a sly spark flashing in

her eyes. "I have to find a few god-leveled wingmen."

It dawned on Josephine. "You mean Baby Robbie and the two?"

Angeline nodded.

At Diary Of A Garden.

Josephine and Angeline hailed a ride to Diary Of A Garden. Seeing the price, Josie sighed silently.

Angeline knew money was a sensitive topic to Josie, for she had to live frugally now that she had neither the Ares family's financial backup nor a new source of income.

Angeline sighed next as she stared at the long highway between Diary Of A Garden and Imperial Capital.

"Why do rich families just like to build their villas in rural areas? Has the thought of how much a car ride would cost never cross their minds?"

Josephine laughed humorlessly. "We're but rich daughters who have lost their wealth. It's because we're penniless that we worry about transportation fares. In all their bourgeoisie fashion, I can assure you the thought of money doesn't cross their minds when they spend it."

Angeline sighed again. "What a sad love story between the bourgeoisie and the proletarians. Wait no, the actual sad love story is us, the proletarians, trying to woo them, the bourgeoisie."

Angeline pulled out a diamond card from her bag and handed it to Josephine. "This is a card your brother gave me. If you won't use the money, then I will. Hold on to it and take everything out from it tomorrow TH chase him with his money. I refuse to believe he doesn't love his own money."

Josephine took over the card and murmured, "You'd think he'll cancel the card already with how ruthlessly my brother's treating you this time."

Angeline's expression froze. "If he'd go to such an extent... I'll..." She bit her lip. It was all or nothing. "I'll take my kids and run away. He can die alone."

"Aunty!" Baby Zetty called sweetly as she poked her head out of the balcony on the second floor.

Seeing Baby Zetty, both Josephine and Angeline were elated.

"Zetty!"

The two walked toward the carved front gates of Diary Of A Garden. Upon approaching, they realized that the doors were locked. They could not enter. Zetty and Jenson dashed toward the door.

"Open the door," Josephine requested.

Seeing Angeline, Jenson tensed. His expression darkened slightly as he interrogated, "Where have you been these few days? Why didn't you come back?" Angeline's eyes were filled with tears. "I couldn't come

back, Jens. Your daddy doesn't want me anymore."

Robbie and Zetty stared sympathetically at Angeline. Robbie replied, "If Daddy doesn't want you anymore, Miss Care Worker, then you should go back to where you came from." Zetty nodded. "I'm grateful for you."