Chapter 587


    The hospital door began to creak, sounding almost as i f someone had taken a constipated fart. It


    was one with stagnation.


    Jay frowned in distaste. The agitation he felt was increasing by the moment.


    Sending a cold and impatient re at the room''s door, he watched the finger-wide gap screech as it


    slowly opened up.


    After a long while only did it finally widen to a palm''s width.


    Jay felt his mood slowly worsen with the torturous creaks of the door.


    Forcibly, he suppressed the rage boiling within and waited with an ungodly amount of patience for


    the person opening the door.


    He was going to repay the person for their torment.


    At that moment, an unexpected hand in white surgical gloves appeared in the gap. Its small size


    suggested its feminine gender.


    Jay immediately confirmed that it was a care worker.


    He moved his eyes to stare at the ceiling, his more defined side profile shining with despondence.


    Entering the room softly, Angeline found Jay lying on


    the bed with both arms propped under his head as his eagle-like eyes red frustratingly at the


    ceiling.


    She had never seen such a sharp edge on such a sickly patient.


    Angeline felt her fear climb as she slowly shuffled toward the bed. After a long while of hyping


    herself up did she finally muster the courage to speak, "I''m...


    Sorry, Mr... President. There seems to be an issue with the hospital''sworking system... We can''t


    proceed with any discharge procedures.”


    Angeline wanted nothing more than to cut off her tongue with a knife. ''Christ, what sorry excuse was


    that?''


    From the fake deep tone of the stammer, Jay heard a tone he had dreamt countless dreams of.


    His pair of dark cold eyesnded on Angeline Severe.


    Angeline had her head tilted down and her eyes were focused on the ground, hooded by her long


    lashes. Her fidgety pair of hands were ced inteced with each other in front of her chest.


    Jay''s gaze locked onto her face. Despite having over half of her face shielded away, the two orbs


    above the mask-From the long line of her eyes, to her curled eyshes, to her shining onyx orbs, to


    her defined brows that resembled mountain valleys of afar... He could recognize those eyes even if


    they had turned to ashes.


    That was his Angeline Severe!


    The littledy who was the embodiment of stunning and elegance, the littledy who smiled so


    innocently, the littledy who ran after him with ''Jaybie'' on the corner of her lips!


    She was the most beautiful scene of his memories.


    She was the drive that kept him going through his struggles.


    She was the only rose petal he held in his heart.


    Yet...


    Her appearance should have been marred!


    Jay allowed his eyes to sweep over every inch of her fair, glistening, and porcin skin.


    He felt a storm begin to brew in his chest.


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    How many incisions had it taken for the beauty she wore now?


    Such a procedure was detrimental to someone with as horrible an immune system as her.


    Jay could almost picture the past two years of her life.


    No wonder she had refused to contact him!


    She must have known that she had stepped foot on a road of no return. There was no guarantee of


    what her future held! The pain, the frantess, and the feeling o f loss for how the future would turn


    out...


    She must have secretly cried countless times!


    Instead of the warmth from her return, Jay felt his heart freeze up beyond the frostiness of a frozen


    lake! "Get out!" A furious baritone rang as lips parted.