Sir Ares, Goodnight

She then convinced herself that the child was probably so cold to everyone because he had bad social skills since he was a child. She was probably overthinking it. The next moment, however, her fluke mentality was shattered by Jenson.

Jenson continued, "Thanks to you, my daddy and mommy are gone. They've left everything behind. I'm now Grand Asia's president, and I'm not as magnanimous as my daddy. He likes to hold in his anger and dissatisfaction, lighting up other people's lives and consuming himself like a candle. I, on the other hand, like to vent my anger and dissatisfaction, burning others to illuminate myself. If anyone makes me unhappy, then I will make them unhappier."

When he said those words, his voice was cold enough to freeze a cow to death. Furthermore, his cold and sinister gaze was locked only on Chloe's face.

It was clear that those words were directed at Chloe.

Until now, Chloe still felt as though she was in a trance or a dream. She continued to wear an incredulous expression. "Are you going against us, Jens?"

Grand Old Master Yorks was so angry with Jenson that he felt his heart clenching in pain. He had lost Jay and did not want to lose his outstanding little great-grandson this time. However, Jenson's hostility toward them had left him apprehensive.

"I understand, Jens. Okay, we won't make things difficult for you anymore. We'll go," Grand Old Master Yorks said.

easily, Dad? Do

that, Chloe motioned at their bodyguards. "Grab

child tightly in their arms. Mrs. Yorks was so furious that

teeth, he said viciously, "Beat them to death. We're in a hospital, so they won't die. Best if you can beat them to the point where they will be bound to

by Jenson's ruthlessness. After all, this was

of sanity. He roared to withdraw his bodyguards,

rebuked her, "That's enough. You've broken Jay's heart,

that, Grand Old Master Yorks turned around and led

Chloe and the rest left, they heard Jenson calling out in a gentle voice, "Grandma, Grandpa

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his daughter, and a hint of helplessness