Sir Ares, Goodnight

After Dr. Zachary left, Jenson ran into the study room. He pushed open the door to find Jay with his head in his hands, the appearance of one in severe pain.

Jenson had the answer in his heart.

"He said I'm sick too?" Jenson said angrily.

Jay lifted his gaze to see his son's face that was so shiningly handsome. A barely detectable hint of concealed worry appeared on his face.

He thought that it was perhaps Jenson was too perfect that the heavens would have to give him some challenge.

"Jenson, Dr. Zachary says your disorder is still in its early stages. As long as we actively cooperate, it will get better." Jay did not want to tell Jenson about this cruel matter, but he needed Jenson to cooperate with the coming treatment, so he had to accept this reality.

"Treating my life like it's grass to trample on," Jay said angrily through pursed lips.

Kay looked at the angrily upset face of Jenson and hardened his heart. The matter at hand this time was very serious. He could not bend to Jenson's whims.

Jay announced this unusually overbearingly, he got up and

the other hand, Jenson fell

this weekend went by quite depressingly. Hence, when Monday came,

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not come to his

shirt and red leather stilettos with high and thin heels. She had her hair high up

walked inside with his face blank. By the time he sat on his chair, Rose had already passed

and rest as well as took care of his family and company. It was highly efficient

bad," he praised with a

performed perfectly-an eyesore no matter how he looked at her, s o he wanted to find something to

percent bitter and seventy percent sweet," he ordered

that she had nearly used a physics formula to calculate the 3:7