Sir Ares, Goodnight

"I can't accept such expensive things, Finn," Angeline claimed.

When in truth, she was only rejecting the boxes because they had come from Jay Ares, a man Angeline no longer wished to have anything to do with anymore. Finn smiled. "It is the president's wish, Miss Severe."

Angeline pulled a long face. "Even more the reason I cannot accept."

Sensing Finn's inner turmoil, Shirley spoke for him, "Mr. Finn is just following orders, Little Angeline. Let's not make his job any more difficult than it has to be." sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Finn took the lifeline Shirley tossed over. "You know how the president is, Miss Severe. I'd surely be punished if I couldn't follow orders. If you're adamant on returning these gifts, Miss Severe, it would be best that you return them to the president yourself."

Angeline stopped protesting.

After Finn had loaded everything off the car, Shirley approached with a courteous invite. "Would you like to come in for tea, Mr. Finn? You must be tired from all the driving."

Finn smiled warmly. "Thanks for the invite, Ms. Thomas, but I really shouldn't. The president's waiting

for my return."

With that, Finn drove off.

hall evoked a sense of melancholy

exhausted body into the sofa and pinched the

at the medicine Mr. Finn dropped off. They're ones to treat internal injuries, aren't they? I want you to know that it's alright to tell me if you're injured, okay? After

stared at Shirley with

you, Big Sis," she replied,

her hand. "We're a family. Family means we get through difficulties together." Angeline smiled faintly. "I think I finally understand why Zayne

the textbook dignity a woman should

the entire family on her back ever since her father abandoned the Severe family's courtyard. With no ulterior motives, it was her gentle shoulders that helped everyone get through such trying

get some rest." Shirley prodded her gently,

returning to her room, sleep did not come easily

following morning, the roar of an engine

watched her father park the car before the door. Sera alighted it with smiles and laughter as she helped

no desire

anger, Angeline did not want to go

the gates. She

stuttered, "Sera and I