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 this unusually overbearingly, he got up

hand, Jenson fell into

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

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. Otherwise, he could not find a reasonable third

had nearly forgotten that he had hired a new assistant. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the

the office, he did not come to his senses for a while. He

button-up shirt and red leather stilettos with high and thin heels. She had her hair high up on her head in a

with his face blank. By the time he sat on his chair, Rose had already passed him his work schedule

arrangements. It integrated work and rest as well as took care

bad," he praised with a

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 find something to nitpick to make things difficult for her no

bitter and seventy

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