Angeline Severe began to persuade Grayson through both logical and emotional means. “You see, Grayson, this boss of yours might look unapproachable with his indifferent expression and all, but I understand him the most. He’s not as unfeeling as he looks. In fact, he cares greatly and worries a lot for all of you.” Angeline’s words reached the deeper ends of Grayson’s heart. The president may be extremely stern with them, but he was respectful and they had learned much from him. While he appeared cold-blooded to outsiders, the untouchable expression had always just been a facade he kept up when it came to his subordinates.Angeline even added just for good measure, “I do wonder sometimes if the reason behind his reticence is due to an undeveloped mentality since a young age. He may give you the illusion that he’s very fierce, but I promise you it’s all bark and no bite. There’s nothing to be afraid of. Have courage and go in, Grayson.” Grayson’s eyes widened. He was internall
“I don’t care who it is. I want to discharge and no one will stop me.” A pair of angry bloodshot eyes glared sharply at Grayson. “You’ll sign the documents for a discharge if you want to keep your job.” Utterly shocked, Grayson quickly nodded. “Yes, yes, of course, Mr. President. I’ll get right to it.” Grayson scrambled out of the room and was met face-to-face with Angeline. “How’d it go? Did the president change his mind?” Shock remained on Grayson’s face as he shook his head dazedly. “The president has made his choice, Missus. There’s nothing I can do.” Looking at Angeline, Grayson pleaded pitifully, “The president has always listened to you, Missus. I’m sure he’ll change his mind if you’re the one persuading him.”Angeline felt herself waver. “What a stubborn mule. Why won’t he listen to reason? Maybe I should persuade him instead?” Grayson exhaled a sigh of relief. Slowly, Angeline approached the hospital room’s door. Despite it only being a few steps’ worth of dis
The hospital door began to creak, sounding almost as if someone had taken a constipated fart. It was one with stagnation. Jay frowned in distaste. The agitation he felt was increasing by the moment. Sending a cold and impatient glare at the room’s door, he watched the finger-wide gap screech as it slowly opened up. After a long while only did it finally widen to a palm’s width. Jay felt his mood slowly worsen with the torturous creaks of the door. Forcibly, he suppressed the rage boiling within and waited with an ungodly amount of patience for the person opening the door. He was going to repay the person for their torment. At that moment, an unexpected hand in white surgical gloves appeared in the gap. Its small size suggested its feminine gender. Jay immediately confirmed that it was a care worker. He moved his eyes to stare at the ceiling, his more defined side profile shining with despondence. Entering the room softly, Angeline found Jay lying on the bed with bot
Angeline’s stubborn streak peaked out. “Since we can’t proceed with any discharges now, Mr. President, how about you stay for another day–” “Get out!” Furious, Jay’s tone shook the ground. Angeline immediately surrendered. “Okay, okay. Don’t get angry, negative emotions are bad for recovery. I’ll get out. I’ll get out right now.” Then, she ran out without lingering for an extra moment. In her panic, she had forgotten to shut the door properly behind her. Jay’s eyes sparkled. From the door drifted in the whispered conversation between Grayson and Angeline. “How’s the president, Missus?” Grayson asked nervously. “I’m not too sure. He’s angry, but that’s probably because I didn’t approve of his discharge,” Angeline answered confusedly. Then she added, not convinced by her own explanation, “Unless it’s menopause?” Grayson’s lips twitched as he reminded. “The president’s at the prime of his time, Missus! Menopause is ages away.” Reading the missus’ puzzled expression,
After the discharge papers were processed, Grayson found himself at a loss. The president’s body had only just stabilized and the doctor had spoken of the possibility of that status wavering. What if the president showed signs of worsening after returning to Tourmaline Estate? What would he do then? Grayson went to negotiate a foolproof plan with the administrator, where they finally decided on having important doctors of related specializations brought along to Tourmaline Estate. Over 20 people stood waiting at the hospital room’s door by the end, ranging from medical engineers to doctors and care workers. As Grayson turned to ask the president of his opinion, he found the latter staring down at him like one would pandas. “You might as well move the entire hospital to Tourmaline Estate.” Grayson should have known the president would never agree to such a thing. However, Grayson refused to back down. Pulling up the determination of a soldier, he began to persuade the presid
Grayson’s eyes widened. “You can get used to this?” Angeline remained silent, her heart thrumming frantically. Grayson had misunderstood Angeline. He honestly believed that she was a heroine of the ages who feared nothing at all. He immediately jumped to follow her orders. By the time Grayson had arranged the medical team onto the vehicle and returned to the hospital room, he found Jay waiting for him with an extremely sour expression. “Where have you been? What took you so long?” Jay’s tone was exceptionally cold. Grayson replied carefully, “The hospital’s care workers are rather busy, so only the rookie could take the time to care for you. But she’s not as skilled as the others.” Jay lifted his dark eyes. Setting his gaze at the door, he found the corner of a cerulean blue uniform peeking out from the side of the door, shuffling about like a mollusk.Jay found himself easily picturing the unease on its owner’s face and their desire to delay the inevitable despite not b
After Angeline put Jay into the wheelchair, she then proudly said, "Sir Ares, I don't have any other merits, but I have great strength. It’s the most suitable to take care of people with mobility impairments like you."Jay and Grayson were shocked by Angeline's strength. If it were large and tall girls who were this powerful, they might not be so surprised.Yet, Angeline looked really thin. She was an exquisite, delicate, and stunning beauty–The kind of greenhouse flower that drew a circle of admirers around it. However, She was able to pick up Jay all by herself. The scene was simply too discordant. Astonishment flashed in Jay's eyes. It was fleeting, and his face was soon restored to its cold and numb expression. "Well, you’re pretty strong," he praised insincerely. Angeline whispered, "Sir Ares, it's not that I’m strong, but that you’re too thin." Jay's lips twitched violently.Was she poking at him for being too thin?Grayson was afraid that the two woul
Their clamor awakened Jay. He cast his sleepy toward the security guards as a cold light filled them.Had his status in the Ares family come to this now?!Were they really treating him as if he was handicapped? "Grayson, the thing they’re touching me with, get it off me." The slow voice had come from the black glass of the car window. It immediately put the security guards at their wits’ ends as they quivered. Upon receiving Mr. Ares' order, almost like lightning, Grayson twisted the hand of the nearby security staff until it dislocated. Several other staff members who were present were so frightened that their faces paled.Grayson walked toward them, and they suddenly knelt on the ground while begging for mercy, "Young Master, we’re sorry. We know we’re wrong now.""Too late," Jay spat out the cold words from between his lips and teeth.Grayson kicked someone in the arm. After hearing a ‘click’, their arm was now useless.Several other people simply inflicted the