Sir Ares, Goodnight

Chapter 183

Whenever Angeline drew his portrait, it would look extremely lifelike.

In other people’s eyes, Jay might be eminent and unapproachable-A horrific and devilish president. In Angeline's eyes, however, he was always just a big boy.

In her drawings, he was always wearing a youthful white t-shirt, a platinum necklace with a four-leaf clover lucky charm, and Nike shoes. His hair would flow in the breeze while his eyes were lucid-A big boy with a sunny disposition.

Jay held Angeline's last drawing and it dawned on him how precious this drawing was.

He regretted being weak back then, for not having the courage to face Angeline's death. How great would it b e if he had seen these mementoes earlier and realized just how much Angeline relied on him.

One would think that certain scars would scab and heal slowly if left untouched. What Jay did not expect, however, was that certain scars that were deliberately sealed in one’s heart would only grow richer with time like fine old wine.

Take Angeline's death for example.

After sealing it in his heart for seven whole years, the very moment Jay saw the scene of her death, a burst o f intense grief started flooding in.

Like a puppet, he sat dazedly on his black leather swivel chair. He was the king of the business world. H e was all-powerful and fearless. Everyone thought that he would always be the crownless king who knew nothing about pain.

The one and only little girl who would feel sorry for him, who would cheer him up at the sight of a mere frown, and who would cry whenever she was worried about him when his stomach started

acting up, was gone.

He hated himself for not protecting her.

That day, Jay did not get off work on time. In the afternoon, Rose went to the kindergarten to pick the children up, but the kindergarten teachers were acting slightly cold toward her. Jenson said to the teacher in a cool tone, "This is my mommy."

The words he said seemed to have struck like thunder, catching all the teachers in the class by surprise. They immediately acted courteously toward Rose.

The teacher who initially gave Rose the cold shoulder quickly and hastily ended the conversation with another parent before turning to Rose in an overzealous manner, saying, "Ms. Loyle, Jenson is a very well-behaved child who has superb learning skills and exceptional memory. Robbie has a lively and cheerful personality and is loved by all his classmates..."

At this time, the homeroom teacher came over and darted the young teacher a sharp glance, saying, "Go o n. I'd like to have a word with Ms. Loyle." NôvelDrama.Org © content.

When the bootlicking teacher was gone, Robbie and Jenson immediately stood against the wall obediently.

Rose glanced at her children, very much aware that her naughty children had caused trouble again.

Baby Robbie would often cause minor troubles and occasionally, major troubles. Though thanks to his charming personality, the teachers in the past would simply turn a blind eye to his misdemeanor and ignore it. Nevertheless, Baby Robbie had now turned into a bad influence on the amenable Jenson. That was what gave Rose a headache.

If Jay learned about this, would he blame her for not teaching the children well?

The homeroom teacher said gently, "Ms. Loyle, are Robbie and Jenson really your sons?"

Rose nodded silently.

The homeroom teacher said, "Since you're their guardian, I'm obliged to be honest with you about their performance in the kindergarten. They’re both very smart. Jenson has an exceptional memory and a superb ability to grasp ideas and concepts. Robbie has great imagination and communication skills. Jenson, however, is slightly reserved, whereas Robbie is extremely active. One won't stop talking in class, whereas the other is unwilling to answer the teacher's questions. I hope you can guide your children well so that they can learn from each other."

Rose glanced at the two babies who were standing upright like pine trees. They must have done something terribly wrong to look that guilty.

"Teacher, can you explain the children's performance i n class in detail?" Rose glared at her naughty children ferociously, but her voice was surprisingly gentle.

The homeroom teacher laughed. "Jenson refused to answer the teacher's question in class. When the teacher communicated with him, Jenson replied saying that anyone who answers her question is mentally retarded, and because of what he said, all the children were afraid to answer the teacher's question after that."

After a pause, she added. "Robbie beat up five male classmates next door. Their eyes are all swollen and there are bruises on their faces.”