Chapter 584


    "I want to see Grayson.” Jay was not one to waste his energy on something so pointless. If his legs


    would not heal, then he would ept it as it is.


    There were more important things to do at that moment.


    The doctor ryed the president''s message to Grayson, who quickly entered the hospital room in


    question.


    "I want to be discharged.”


    Grayson''s eyes widened at the president’s request." Right now, Mr. President? The doctor says


    your legs still need to be treated. You''re also due for a long period of physical therapy post-


    treatment."


    Jay may be physically weak that moment, but the sharp glint in his eyes had not dulled at all as he


    fired a death re at Grayson. "Why do you find the need to waste such priceless time on


    something that would potentially give no results?”


    Grayson replied, "We’ve got to at least try, Mr.


    President.”


    "Grayson!" Jay shouted fiercely, "Are you defying orders now?”


    Grayson sighed in frustration. "No, Sir. That''s not what


    I meant."


    "Then get to it."


    "Of course, Mr. President."


    Grayson turned to leave.


    However, he was stopped suddenly by Jay. "Grayson."


    Grayson paused mid-step and turned. "Anything else, Mr. President?"


    The familiar weeps he heard yesterday echoed in his mind. It sounded like Angeline, but also like


    Rose Loyle. Her sobs wereced with a shamelessness that he did not know whether to love or


    hate.


    He opened his mouth with the idea to ask Grayson if she had returned but decided against it in the


    end for some unknown reason.


    "Nevermind.”


    This was the first time Grayson had seen the president so indecisive. He left with a solemn


    expression.


    His enchanting peach-blossom eyes glistened with a light curtain of wetness as Jay''s gazended


    on his legs.


    What was he expecting?


    For her to brighten his life up at his lowest like the first light of dawn?


    What a selfish man he was.


    Who was he to expect anything when he was never with her at her darkest and never by her side


    when she was forced into despair?


    The beautiful hallucination yesterday could not have been any more than an imagination his mind


    came up with.


    Exiting the hospital room, Grayson did not seek out the administrator for a discharge as the


    president demanded.


    Instead, he decided to seek Angeline for help. The woman had been waiting outside the hospital


    room.


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    "The president wishes to be discharged despite what I say, Missus. What do I do? He''s hardly


    recovered enough to leave.”


    The news of the president being moved from the intensive care unit to the normal wards had


    Angeline i n the clouds. However, it vanishedpletely at Jay''s bad decisions.


    Her heart began to drum in worry for him again.


    "Discharge? What about post-treatment and physical therapy? He''s not a three-year-old child


    anymore. The man needs to take care of his body. How can he make such an immature decision?"


    Angeline felt frustration begin to bubble up.


    ''The Missus'' strong aura should be enough to convince the president from being so stubborn,’


    Grayson thought to himself.


    Yet, Angeline''s firm attitude had onlysted for three minutes before she instantly deted. "You


    have to persuade him, Grayson!"


    Grayson gulped, fear stered tantly across his face.


    Why did he have to do such a difficult task?


    "The president’s not going to listen to me, Missus,” Grayson replied with a bitter expression.