Chapter 542


    Jay also noticed that something had happened to him. He looked at both his sons with suspicion


    and asked," What are the both of you doing here?"


    Baby Robbie was straightforward and promptly replied, "Daddy, if we weren''t here, you might have


    been..."


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    Jenson stepped on Baby Robbie''s foot, so he kept his silence.


    Jenson said, "Daddy, Baby Robbie and I were thirsty, s o when we saw Sera getting some fruits for


    you, we came over as we wanted some as well."


    "Sera?" Jay''s eyes froze.


    Her again?


    Both times he dreamed of dreams like that, they were rted to Sera.


    Even if he was a dimwit, he would have also guessed that Sera set him up.


    "Go and y," he said weakly.


    Jenson sensed the coldness in his father''s eyes, so he guessed that his hints worked.


    Jenson pulled Baby Robbie’s hand. "Let’s go. We should let Daddy rest."


    After the kids left, Jay got up from the bed and walked


    to the bathroom. He dipped himself in a cold bath and felt his energying back to him.


    "Sera Severe!”


    There was a diabolical look in Jay''s eyes as his hands gripped on the side of the bathtub so tightly


    that they paled.


    "You dare set me up?! Who in the world gave you the guts?" He gritted his teeth as if he would only


    be satisfied after he tore his prey apart.


    He got out of the tub, stood in front of the mirror, and noticed the dark spots on his lower eyelids.


    His eyes had a terrifying expression to them.


    Not every woman was like Rose, who had enough wits to offend him and escape thereafter.


    On the hole in the wally a green de of grass.


    Jay walked over and removed the de of grass, looking at its cross-section. It looked wilted


    because water had been lost. The pulp had also turned ck.


    The expression in Jay’s eyes darkened.


    Tempest went to carry out the task that was assigned t o him, but after so long, he never returned.


    The only possibilities that remained were either that he was in danger or he was locked up


    somewhere else.


    Jay''s seductive throat rumbled because he felt uneasy. He knew very well how capable Tempest


    was. He was a graduate from the world’s top-rated university, a sword-fighting champion, and the


    strongest in mixed martial arts. In fact, he was smart, adaptable, knew how to y dumb, and had


    an extraordinary intellect.


    If he was in danger, then the danger that Tourmaline Estate harbored was far greater than he had


    imagined.


    Jay only had one way out, which was to send away the kids far away to the safest ce possible.


    He sent an emergency text over to Grayson, ''In dire need of Storm!''


    When Grayson received the message, his face became very solemn.


    Tempest had been in Tourmaline Estate for many days, yet the president was urgently summoning


    for Storm. It seemed that the situation in Tourmaline Estate did not look good.


    Grayson then decided to take matters into his own hands and hurriedly arranged Storm over to


    Tourmaline Estate.


    James Ares, who had been living in Grand Asia for a good half a year, almost recoveredpletely


    from his ailment. However, his body''s ability to do sports was less than ideal. Thus, Jay kept him at


    Grand Asia Hospital for his rehabilitation.


    Grayson gave a call to the person in charge of the clinical department. "Chief Physician, please


    come up with an excuse to get James Ares discharged and arrange a physiotherapist for him along


    the way. I shall rmend a physiotherapist.


    After the chief physician received the call, he tactfully said to James, "Third Old Master,


    congrattions. Your recovery has gone very well. After a meeting with all of the orthopedic


    doctors, they''ve all agreed that our hospital’s conservative treatment has little effect on you. Thus,


    what they suggested is that you return home so that you can get more in touch with nature."


    James roared morosely, "I can’t even walk, so how am I supposed to get in touch with nature?"


    The chief physician replied, "You''re still able to walk with a walking stick. Don''t worry, Third Old


    Master. We''ll arrange for a top-rate physiotherapist. We guarantee that your recovery will be better


    than it was in our hospital."


    James squinted his eyes. "I''d like to see what kind of physiotherapist you guys have in store for


    me..."


    The chief physician''s gaze shifted to the outside of the door...