Sir Ares, Goodnight

Leaning Jay against his shoulders, Grayson helped him walk into the house step by step with difficulty.

Grayson put Jay on the sofa, and he fell onto it softly a s if he had been drained of the strength to support his body. He glared at the ceiling with a trace of unresigned anger in his eyes. Grayson poured a glass of warm water for him. When he returned to Jay, he saw big tears seeping out of the corner of Jay's eyes.

This was the first time Grayson had seen Mr. Ares cry.

"Grayson, I've already given her all of my heart. Why does she still want to leave?"

He had a deserted look on his face and his eyes were hollow.

Even when he spoke, he looked weak.

"Mr. Ares, there's something, but I don't know if I should say it or not," Grayson suddenly said.

"Speak."

"Your wife's leaving may be related to the madam. The people in the medical department saw madam going into Ward 11 today."

Jay's gaze shifted to Grayson's face. He was startled for a moment, but then started sneering. "If she had

faith that I'd never leave

wife was just confused for a bit. Maybe she'll come

eyes lit up like a candle. That was the yearning light

that this

willful departure turned his initial tolerance to a strong

betraying

her for leaving so decisively and completely ignoring

not to leave him

that the reason Rose left was

the bank card that he gave her and went to the other

she secretly took her children and hid in this

for seven years and was very familiar with

because H Nation had the world's most advanced plastic surgery technology. After she settled down, she went to the plastic surgery hospital

aspect, but this doctor had somewhat of

to call for Dr. Peter. When Dr. Peter's assistant saw her sickly face, he had already guessed what she came for. She refused her straightaway, saying,

"Miss, please tell him that I'm the patient who