Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose)
Chapter 883

Old Master Severe and George came downstairs and saw Zayne's horrible wounds. George scolded the culprit angrily, "Jay, I've really misjudged you. I didn't expect you to be such a cruel and ruthless person."

Old Master Severe said nothing, but there was a faint shimmer of moisture in his withered eyes.

George only knew that his son had been beaten. What he did not know was that Jay was using this ruthless method to protect the Severe family.

The person who was really suffering was Jay.

"Dad, I don't want to work with Eminent Honor anymore." Zayne took advantage of his injury to act out against George.

He remembered his promise to Jay.

George was still disheartened by his son's injury just a moment ago. Then, he suddenly picked up a broom to hit him when he heard his son's unpromising words.

"What did you say? When you had me give you the money to establish Eminent Honor back then, you knelt in front of me and made a promise. You said that you want to tear the label of a prodigal off yourself and that you would revitalize the Severe family. But now you're so easily saying that you want to quit?"

Angeline shielded Zayne and snatched away the broomstick from George. "Dad, don't get angry first. Listen to everything Brother has to say."

With a guilty expression, Old Master Severe said to Cole, "Mr. Yorks, I apologize that you have to witness this fiasco. The children have grown. After all that's said and done, we'd like to keep our dignity. I implore Mr. Yorks to step back."

Cole left gracefully.

Angeline spread herself over Zayne, crying as she said to George, "Dad, Brother is already hurt all over. If you hit him again, he'll die."

George said, "You think I wouldn't dare hit you because you're protecting this prodigal?" After saying this, he raised his broom and waved it down.

Lady Severe ran out and knelt in front of George. "Old Master, please let them go. If you want to hit someone, hit me."

Anne stood aside, holding her arms with both hands. Her expression was neither indifferent nor judging.

"Oh, Old Master, you're also at fault. You clearly knew that Zayne is a useless good-for-nothing yet you still used so much money to start a business for him. Well done now. The money's gone. Aren't you heartbroken?"

Zayne was probably provoked by Anne's words when he suddenly pushed Angeline away and knelt in front of George, enduring the pain.

"Dad, hit me. It's your son who failed to keep his promise and disappointed you."

George swung the broom hard on Zayne's back several times. Lady Severe's eyes rolled back in fright before she finally fainted.

George was so annoyed that he threw the broom aside... "Alright, alright. It's because I was unable to teach my son. It's all my fault."

Angelina and Shirley hurriedly dragged the bloody Zayne into the bedroom. When Angelina dug out the healing cream, she undressed Zayne.

"You guys can leave. I'll handle it myself," Zayne said.

"You're still shy?" Angelina felt a bit weird. People like Zayne had a lesser sense of shame than any normal person. He did not even know what the word meant when he was young.

Zayne became a little embarrassed. "Where I'm injured is too covert. To have me face two exquisite and beautiful women, I'm afraid it'd be a disrespect to you."

Angeline slapped his head. "Do you dare get hard with me around? I wouldn't be your sister if I don't castrate you nice and clean."

Shirley pulled Angeline outside.

Zayne breathed a sigh of relief. He picked up the healing ointment and said to himself, "How could I fool you if I didn't say something like that?"

He then took off his clothes. His injuries were shades of blue and purple, but it was strange to say that he did not feel any particular pain.

"Those guys of Jay's really got some skills. They may have hit me all over, but they only just brushed the surface."

Once Zayne was done tending to his wounds, he changed into some clean clothes.

Then, he lay on the bed and shouted at the door, "You can come in."

Angeline and Shirley walked in one after another.

Shirley saw the dirty clothes on the stool by the end of the bed, picked them up, and went downstairs to wash them.