Chapter 585
Angeline Severe began to persuade Grayson through both logical and emotional means. "You see,
Grayson, this boss of yours might look unapproachable with his indifferent expression and all, but I
understand him the most. He''s not as unfeeling as he looks. In fact, he cares greatly and worries a
lot for all of you."
Angeline''s words reached the deeper ends of Grayson''s heart. The president may be extremely
stern with them, but he was respectful and they had learned much from him.
While he appeared cold-blooded to outsiders, the untouchable expression had always just been a
facade he kept up when it came to his subordinates.
Angeline even added just for good measure, "I do wonder sometimes if the reason behind his
reticence i s due to an undeveloped mentality since a young age. He may give you the illusion that
he''s very fierce, but I promise you it''s all bark and no bite. There’s nothing t o be afraid of. Have
courage and go in, Grayson."
Grayson’s eyes widened.
He was internally wailing,ining, ‘If your understanding of the president happens to be so
gentle, why won’t you go in and persuade him instead?
Having said her piece, Angeline smiled innocently.
With eyes the shape of crescent moons coupled with her radiant smile, Grayson thought she was
an angel.
Grayson took a deep breath, mustered the courage, and returned to the hospital room with his head
held high.
Jay had already sat up. The striped blue hospital gown was hanging loosely off his frame.
Despite slimming down a considerable amount, the ferocity in his chiseled features, as if sculptured
by professionals, had not declined at all with the weight loss.
Rather, the air of frost around Jay almost seemed to have thickened instead.
Perhaps it was the trauma of losing both his parents i n a night that caused the ice to seep
arrogantly from his limbs as they had no outlet to be unleashed upon.
Seeing the president, Grayson felt himself pinned by his sharp gaze despite the other not saying
anything. He felt his heart begin to pulse frantically.
"Mr. President..." Grayson stammered, afraid to speak.
The president looked terrifying as of that moment, and he had a feeling he would undoubtedly rage
should he find out that Grayson had not followed orders.
Grayson only had one fear, and that was the president raging at him.
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"Are the discharge papers signed?" Jay asked with a
frown.
His body was weak, and his voice was airy, yet it held the will that could move mountains and run
shivers u p others'' spines.
Grayson might as well knelt on the floor as he mumbled, "Can we stay a few days, Mr. President?
You''ve just gotten out of intensive care, so maybe stay a few days at the normal ward for check-
ups..."
Jay''s expression darkened beyondprehension.
Grayson''s lips quivered. He would act gentlemanly and not expose Angeline unless the situation
called for it.
However, seeing the president''s disappointment coupled with unadulterated rage, Grayson
immediately threw all his ethics out the window. He pointed at the door and sobbed. "It’s not me, Mr.
President! There''s someone who won''t allow your discharge."
Jay''s menacing gazended on the thick wooden door that served as a barrier for his sight.
"Who?" Jay asked in shock.
Grayson''s lips began to shake like one would a sift. "I... Can I... I can''t... I don''t know if I can tell
you?"
Arge lump of confusion swam in Jay''s eyes as the familiar feeling of hope and expectance
bubbled in his chest again.
Jay held his breath.
"Is it... A family member?" Thinking about it, the chances of someone from the Ares family visiting
were much higher.
Grayson tensed before nodding.
The missus was technically family, right?
Agreeing should be fine, right?
An obvious sh of disappointment passed through Jay’s eyes. When he spoke next, his voice was
wrapped with a sense of prestige that demandedpliance.