Sir Ares, Goodnight

Chloe was incredulous by Cole's audacity to chase her away. Taking advantage of her noble status, she said unscrupulously, "I am Doomsday's admiral. I have a higher position than you, and I am your elder in terms of status. How dare you chase me away, Cole Yorks?"

Cole said, "Aunt Chloe, a hero is silent about their past glories. You being Doomsday's admiral is now a thing of the past. Do you think that you still deserve the title of admiral with the current state of your health?"

Upon returning to Doomsday, Chloe had been held in high esteem, and she enjoyed the sense of honor brought to her by this title.

Cole, however, touched her raw nerve, crushing the last bit of vanity she had left. Chloe broke down emotionally and flew into a rage.

"Are you itching for a beating, Cole Yorks? I will make sure your father strikes you 30 times. I'd like to see how you'll keep being so arrogant after that."

Cole said, "Angelina is my guest. I'm willing to take 100 strikes without a single complaint, let alone 30."

Sis Shirley handed her a glass of water. She rinsed her mouth, not in the mood to enjoy

delicacies anymore.

as she liked. Her voice was soft and carried no force. "Mom, when you sling mud at me, you're just

at Angeline in disbelief. "Are you trying to educate me on how to be a

I'm only reminding you for your own good

and slapped Angeline in the

as she warned her, "This is the second time you've

slap, but this time, Angeline refused to let her succeed. She held her wrist and pushed along with the momentum. Chloe had trouble

flat on

attached great importance to her reputation. Her rage went through the roof, and she suddenly

very moment, she felt like a lamp that had run