Sir Ares, Goodnight

Rose stared at him in a daze. Was this the same refined father who was in her memory?

After not seeing him for a few years, he had grown older. He was less than 60 years old, yet he appeared to be in his 70s.

George walked toward the leather sofa and sat down slowly. He pointed toward the sofa on the other side and said to Rose, "Come and sit."

Rose chose to sit down on the sofa beside him instead, which was the closest to George's seat.

George instructed Anne, "Bring some beverages for our guest."

Anne snorted coldly. "Dear, we don't have anything good at home to serve the guest."

Rose immediately uttered, "Plain water will do."

Thus, Anne went on to pour a cup of water for Rose while she babbled endlessly, "If it weren't for my children, we wouldn't even be able to afford to pay for plain water. Hmph. Where's that darling son and daughter of the Severe family? How could they be unreliable during critical times?"

George's aged face immediately turned gloomy as he spat out, "Will you die if you don't mention them for a single day?"

and placed it heavily on the coffee table. She made a

unlimited money and riches, yet my children lived in the dark. Now that the Severe family has fallen, one of them is dead and the other one has fled to

onto the cup and slowly savored

eyes, Anne's indignation was simply preposterous. She was the one who had separated her father

a spoiled and prosperous life under their

working hard to save Severe Enterprises even though managing a company

was dead. Otherwise, how could she possibly let her family go through trials

stifled with her inner thoughts, yet she dared not speak

talking endlessly while he stayed silent the majority of the time and did

he retorted rather helplessly, "There's a guest at home. There's no need to

coldly and

of her gentle mother. Yet, she felt that he was responsible for this

self-made business

business card with her name written

it