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.

has decided. Resistance is futile." After Jay announced

the other hand,

went by quite depressingly. Hence, when Monday came, Jenson unprecedentedly looked forward to

very good phenomenon, but Jay did not know whether to worry or rejoice. The Jenson that liked to go to school and the one who did not only made him think of the two different personalities his schizophrenia caused.

Jay arrived at the office. Having had a soul-stirring weekend, he had nearly forgotten that he had

did not come to his senses for a while. He

good morning!" Rose wore a professional, short-sleeved, white button-up shirt and red leather stilettos with high and thin heels. She had her hair high up on her head in a bun. She looked mature and steady

he sat on his chair,

arrangements. It integrated work and rest as well as took care of his family and company.

bad," he praised with

previous son Jenson. Because he got schizophrenia after he met Rose, Jay found Rose-who had performed perfectly-an eyesore no matter how he looked at her, s o he wanted to

me a coffee. Thirty percent bitter and seventy percent sweet," he ordered with ill

carefully. Despite her being so meticulous that she had nearly used a physics formula to calculate the 3:7 ratio of coffee and