Chapter 682 1
Angeline scrambled to pick up the letter and switched on the tablemp on the coffee table. Under
the faint yellow glow, she began to read.
"Two years ago, you left without a goodbye. Let it be m y turn this time. We’re even now, Angeline
Severe."
There were no emotions to be read within the resolute and indifferent words.
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Angeline broke apart with a loud wail. "What does he mean?"
The old master felt hisposure crack under his granddaughter’s heart-clenching wails. Opening
an eye, he looked at his granddaughter with guilt spilling from his eyes. "I’m sure understanding one
letter isn''t difficult for a girl as intelligent as you."
Angeline ripped the letter to shreds. "I understand the letter, but what I don’t understand are his
feelings. Wasn''t he supposed to be someone who’s heart is as open as the seas? How could he still
hold such a grudge? After- After all that I''ve done to apologize, he''s forgiven me already, hasn''t he?
So why is he just leaving like he’s angry again?"
The old master had been worrying about how to separate the two for some time.
Who would have thought that Jay’s n would be so extensive, easily misguiding Angeline with his
words?
He understood Angeline best, after all.
With his hold over Angelina''s heart, he could easily have her hate him the same way he had her
falling for him.
The old master had his work cut out for him. All he had to do wasfort this crybaby.
"Who told you his heart is as open as the seas, Angel? That is but your misguided impression.
Other people say that he''s a petty man who pulls revenge on every little thing, that he''s aplex
man who spends every moment scheming. Didn''t you know?"
Angeline cried in agony. "I have to find him. I''m going t o ask what he means myself. Does he want
to separate for good?”
Angeline ran with tears streaming down her face.
The old master sighed hopelessly.
He loved both Angeline and Jay from the depths of his heart. There was nothing he wanted more
than to have them spend the rest of their lives happily together.
However, he was still a selfish man. In the case that both of them had their hands tied, he would
choose to save Angeline if he needed to make a choice.
It was a choice he had no other choice but to make.
The old master closed his eyes as he leaned back onto the rocking chair. Confusing scenes began
to y in
his mind.
"Severe, oh, Severe. What do I do? I''ve made a grave mistake. This is the end of the Ares family,"
rambled Dn Ares incoherently that day as he knocked on his door in the pouring rain.
As the richest man in Imperial Capital, he had always believed the ruthless other to be a man so
high up on the social caste, he decided the fates of others.
As far as he was concerned, Dn had always been a man whoseposure remained intact
even in the face of monumental change.
Yet that day, Dn resembled a weak, lost child.
"What happened, Ares?" He shuffled out of his nkets to pour Dn a cup of tea.
Dn’s hands shook as he held the cup of tea, spilling it everywhere.
"I''ve identally- My daughter-inw-"
He felt his mind nk at the words Dn stammered out.
"Which daughter-inw?” he asked anyway despite his fear of the answer.
He prayed it not to be her.
His prayer had not been heard.
Dn muttered, "Jordan''s.
"Chloe Yorks?" he muttered another name.
"Have you gone mad? Does she look like someone you can afford to offend?"
"I didn''t expect such a thing either. I felt like I was possessed by something. Please, you have to
help me think of a n, Severe. Or tens of us Ares''... We''re as good as dead!"
"A n? Give me a moment."
The old master''s eyes snapped open, revealing a painful look in his eyes.
What an inhumane n it had been.
His heart still dropped in fear from the memory of it today.
For the Ares family, Dn had dyed his hands red with the blood of innocents.
He minded not another grandchild or another granddaughter-inw.
In return, he lost the power to stop the other ever again.