Ch. 581..590

Chapter 581

"She can't be Angeline Severe, though?" Jack howled suddenly. "Angeline Severe died nine years ago." The law enforcement officers shared a suspicious look, their gazes fleeting between Jack and Angeline. "One of the two of you are lying."

Jack pointed at Angeline. "It's her. She's the liar. She's not Angeline Severe. You can check her files, officer."

Right as the law enforcement officer took out his phone to enlist the help of another department, Angeline quickly stepped up to interrupt.

Approaching Mr. Carter who stood next to Jack, Angeline reached for the transparent file in his hands. She took out a marriage certificate and handed it to the officer.

"TH cut you some trouble. Take a look at the date on my husband and I's marriage certificate. That should tell you if I'm the Ares family's daughter-in-law or not."

Then, she opened to show the first page of the certificate where the law enforcement officers could see the beautiful smile of a lady with bright eyes. She was huddled closely with Jay, and her features were a replica of the lady before them.

On the certificate were the words 'Angeline Severe' printed clearly, and the marriage certificate was dated

two years ago.

The officer returned the certificate to Angeline. "My apologies, Miss Severe. It seems like there has been a mistake."

Then, they turned to speak exasperatedly to Jack, "Apologies, but we cannot take your case, Sir. Now if you would excuse us."

Jack refused to surrender and instead blocked the officer's path with a bitter plea. "You have to believe me. She can't be Angeline Severe."

The law enforcement officer replied, "I'd suggest that you establish a new case if you suspect this woman for impersonating your daughter-in-law. Only after confirming that she's indeed a fraud can we take up the issue of Mr. Grayson illegally holding your son captive."

Jack's expression darkened. The rigidity and fairness of the law had thrown cold water over his eager plans.

The enforcement officers turned to leave.

Jack glared at Angeline. "How dare you pretend to be Angeline, Rose Loyle?"

Angeline lifted the black tulle off her face. He was then met with an appearance he had long lost within his memories. Jack was left gaping in shock.

Only after a long while did he snap back to reality, but even then, the shock was still present in his voice. "Angeline Severe?"

Angeline smiled enchantingly. "You don't seem very mentally alright, Dad. Would you like to see a psychiatrist here?"

Jack was infuriated. "I don't care who you are, but I'll get the entire Severe family together to sue you for impersonating Angeline Severe. We'll see how long you can keep this up." Angeline asked, "What gives you the idea that the Severes would listen to you?"

Like a lightbulb had lit over his head, Jack suddenly turned to yell at a nurse passing by, "Go and get Old Master Severe out. He'll definitely recognize his precious granddaughter.” Workers in the hospital had begun to abhor Jack as a result of him coming to trouble the administrator time and time again. Thus, none of the nurses wanted to listen to him at all. "Have all of you gone deaf or something?" Jack yelled i n indignity, "Do you want my son to punish you nurses for being lazy when he wakes up?"

Right then, Grayson walked over and looked at Angeline with a silent question.

Angeline nodded.

Grayson turned to the nurses. "It's alright, go send for Old Master Severe."

Soon, Old Master Severe arrived in a wheelchair.

His mental state had improved drastically over the last two years. Perhaps it was thanks to the words of encouragement from a physically marred Rose Loyle. As Old Master Severe's determination and will strengthened, he could finally rise from the bed and begin to move, albeit just a little bit.

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Chapter 582

Seeing Old Master Severe, Jack immediately approached with a fake smile plastered on his face." Quick, Uncle Severe, look at this woman who's pretending to be your precious granddaughter. Just look at her. How could she be your granddaughter?"

Old Master Severe lifted his head to look at Angeline who was in front of him.

Angeline could not help but weep tears of joy as she watched her grandfather move his head freely by himself while both his hands held the handrests of the wheelchair.

"Grandfather." She approached slowly to kneel before Old Master Severe with tears in her eyes.

Old Master Severe reached out a shaky hand to caress her restored cheek as old tears began to trickle from his eyes. "Does it hurt?"

Perhaps for a man such as Old Master Severe who had experienced so much of life, it took more than appearance alone for him to identify a person, for a person's eyes told much more.

Angeline's appearance had been hideous two years ago. She may have spent every day smiling in front of her grandfather, but how could Old Master Severe not understand the woes of his granddaughter? How would the eldest daughter of the Severe family,

grand and noble as she, ever tolerate her proud spirit to be restricted by such a gruesome shell of a body?

She must have been looking for a certain place, seeking Nirvana, since her disappearance two years ago before she finally returned gorgeous today.

Old Master Severe quickly deduced the happenings after Angeline's incident thanks to his seasoned understanding that came with experience. All that was left was an unending amount of heartache and pity. Which was why he had asked, "Does it hurt?"

Angeline shook her head. "Not at all."

The three words were spoken with a lightheartedness that wiped away all the pain and suffering she had felt the past two years, leaving only a radiant smile in its wake.

Old Master Severe knew his granddaughter well. He knew that despite her tears and smiles, she would always be an optimist who would never dwell in her own self-pity.

Old Master Severe could not help but complain, "Why put yourself through so much trouble when you know Jay doesn't care about how you look?"

It was a touching scene of a grandfather's reunion with his granddaughter.

It was one that had Jack riled beyond impatience, to the point that he could not help but remind Old

Master Severe. "Are you getting confused, Uncle Severe? Your Angeline Severe died nine years ago. It was a car crash. Did you forget?"

Old Master Severe's expression immediately soured as he derated, "Don't you jinx my granddaughter, Jack. She's right here, safe and sound, in front of me. What nonsense are you spouting?" Embarrassed, Jack left with the flick of his sleeve.

Wiping off the droplets of cold sweat on his forehead, Grayson approached Angeline while still suffering from aftershocks. "Glad to have you back, Missus."

Angeline stood and asked Grayson, "How's the president?"

Grayson replied, "He's no longer in danger, but the president's legs. I'm afraid..."

Angeline's fat tears streamed down her pale face as she choked out, "He would never accept it!"

Jay Ares had always been the embodiment of perfection since young. A large emotional drop was to be expected with such a sharp turn of events.

"Can I see him?"

Watching Angeline's bloodshot teary eyes, Grayson croaked, "Yeah."

Angeline put on the hospital's sterile clothing, only to be stopped suddenly by Old Master Severe just before entering the intensive care unit. "Would you help me pass a word, Angel? Tell him he still owes me the

chance to walk you down the aisle."

Angeline was stunned for a moment, confused about the meaning behind Grandfather's words. However, she nodded obediently anyway. "Alright."

The doctor brought Angeline into the intensive care unit. On the bed lay Jay. His previously filled cheeks were hollowed out and the muscles on both his legs had begun to show signs of slight atrophy.

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Chapter 583

What was once unparalleled elegance was left a rebellious mess. Angeline stared at him in shock as tears continued to fall freely.

She was so overwhelmed by her emotions that she ended up needing to muffle her mouth with her hand so that her sobs were no longer audible.

She ended up spending 18 hours with him, watching him quietly without a sip of water or a bite of food.

The doctor had urged her numerous times, but he always received the same uneasy reply from Angeline. "Let me stay with him for a little longer."

She had never thought to listen to him in this lifetime. He would think of plans to tie her to him, while she would come up with excuse after excuse to leave him.

Perhaps he would not have had to suffer such an ambush if it were not for her stubborn and impulsive behavior. Even if there was no escaping the ambush, she would at least have been by his side, and he would not have to walk this path alone.

The effects of the anesthetic began to wear off, and Jay felt his mind slowly clear from his long sleep. His consciousness was still muddled, and his mind was still drowsy. He had yet the strength to open his eyes.

Soft sounds of someone sobbing drifted into his ears. The voice was heavy with restraint and forbearance a s if the person dared not cry too loud despite their extreme grief.

Jay felt his frustration rise at the person's sobbing. He was still alive. It was too early to employ professional mourners.

"I'm so sorry, Jaybie. I promise I'll never leave you again." The shamelessness and timidity of the voice that was so distinctively Angeline sounded clearly in his ear.

It melted the frosted heart of Jay, like the first light of spring over withered trees in the winter. Every decayed, lifeless vegetation came back to life as if they were doused with the fountain of youth, growing into a new patch of young grassland.

His Angeline was back.

Elated as he was, a bone-crushing amount of sadness enveloped him as well.

Why now?

With how frail he looked now, it would only make sense why she was crying so hard.

The doctor came to urge Angeline again. "You've been here for 18 hours already, Missus. You have to at least drink water and eat. That way, you'll have the energy to stay by the president's side!" "18 hours!" Angeline was shocked at how fast time

flew.

Perhaps the lucky number 18 had thrown her sadness out the window, for she suddenly smiled and turned to Jay. "I'll come to see you again tomorrow, love." Angeline's exit once again left the room in a lifeless silence.

Only then did Jay slowly open his eyes.

The white care room was filled with the sharp tang of bleach and disinfectant. Sunlight shone into the room in a zebra-like pattern onto the floor through the curtains. As if everything he heard moments ago was but a hallucination, Jay's tired eyes slipped softly shut again.

The next day.

After a full check-up, the doctor finally announced," The president's condition has stabilized and his life is no longer in danger. He can be moved to the normal wards." Therefore, Jay was moved to the hospital's VIP room.

After the effects of the anesthetics had passed, Jay finally peeled open his eyes again.

A layer of frost landed on his chiseled features as he realized he was lying in bed with no feeling in his unmovable legs.

"What happened to my legs?" he asked the doctor.

A bad feeling nudged at his chest as memories of the night of the accident surfaced in his mind. The group of *ssholes had injected his leg with an inexplicable substance when they ambushed him. Evidently, they had succeeded.

"Your legs show slight signs of atrophy, Mr. President."

"Will I be able to stand?" he asked, jaws tight.

The doctor's expression was grim. "You'll need a miracle, Mr. President."

The corners of Jay's lips tugged into a self-mocking smirk.

Full recovery was impossible, so all he could pray for now was the condition of his legs to not worsen.

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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 accept it as it is.

There were more important things to do at that moment.

The doctor relayed 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 glare 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 were laced 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 gaze landed 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.

"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 in the clouds. However, it vanished completely 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 only lasted for three minutes before she instantly deflated. "You have to persuade him, Grayson!"

Grayson gulped, fear plastered blatantly 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.

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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 is 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 to be afraid of. Have courage and go in, Grayson."

Grayson's eyes widened.

He was internally wailing, complaining, '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 in 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.

"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 up 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 beyond comprehension.

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 gaze landed 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?"

A large 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 flash of disappointment passed through Jay's eyes. When he spoke next, his voice was wrapped with a sense of prestige that demanded compliance.

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Chapter 586

"I don't care who it is. I want to discharge and no one will stop me."

A pair of angry bloodshot eyes glared sharply at Grayson. "You'll sign the documents for a discharge if you want to keep your job."

Utterly shocked, Grayson quickly nodded. "Yes, yes, of course, Mr. President. I'll get right to it."

Grayson scrambled out of the room and was met face-to-face with Angeline.

"How'd it go? Did the president change his mind?"

Shock remained on Grayson's face as he shook his head dazedly. "The president has made his choice, Missus. There's nothing I can do."

Looking at Angeline, Grayson pleaded pitifully, "The president has always listened to you, Missus. I'm sure he'll change his mind if you're the one persuading him."

Angeline felt herself waver. "What a stubborn mule. Why won't he listen to reason? Maybe I should persuade him instead?"

Grayson exhaled a sigh of relief.

Slowly, Angeline approached the hospital room's door. Despite it only being a few steps' worth of distance, walking it felt like a century.

For a reason unbeknownst to her, Jay Ares' ferocious demand echoed in her mind.

"Don't leave me and no plastic surgery. Don't ponder these taboos, or I shall never forgive you."

She had done both in the end.

It was unlikely that he would forgive her.

What should she do?

His body was still weak. To get angry with her right now would do more harm than good.

Angeline suddenly turned around to the nurses' station and picked up a mask. She stretched it to its extent and tucked it behind her ears. Such a disguise ended up covering a large half of her small face. "Do I look recognizable like this?" Angeline asked Grayson with uncertainty.

Looking at her enchanting figure, then back at her alluring eyes, Grayson replied earnestly, "The president knows your appearance like the back of his hand, Missus. He'll easily tell you apart from others even i you've turned to ashes."

Stunned, Angeline snatched off an extra care worker uniform from the nurses' station and pulled it over her white dress.

This disguise was taking too long. Grayson feared any further delay would anger the already impatient president. It would only end up exploding over Grayson in the end.

Thus, when Angeline asked again, "Am I still recognizable?"

Grayson shook his head against his conscience as his eyes fell on her eyes of unparalleled beauty that was s o distinctively Angeline Severe. "Maybe... Not?" Angeline snapped her fingers in satisfaction. "Done."

Grayson's expression turned enigmatic as he watched Angeline approach the hospital room confidently.

Who knew how the president would react to the missus returning after plastic surgery? Would he be pleasantly surprised or ghastly shocked?

Perhaps he should not have allowed so.

Grayson watched Angeline's previously light footsteps turn into tiptoes as she opened the hospital room door. An elegant swan had shrunk into a quail in an instant. Well, at least she was aware of her mistake now!

The president had almost killed himself with infuriation when the missus left without saying goodbye.

Grayson felt himself break out in a cold sweat in place of Angeline.

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Chapter 587

The hospital door began to creak, sounding almost as if 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 glare 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 glared 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's networking 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 eyes landed 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 placed interlaced 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 eyelashes, 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 little lady who was the embodiment of stunning and elegance, the little lady who smiled so innocently, the little lady 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 porcelain skin.

He felt a storm begin to brew in his chest.

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 franticness, and the feeling of 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.

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Chapter 588

Angeline's stubborn streak peaked out. "Since we can't proceed with any discharges now, Mr. President, how about you stay for another day-" "Get out!" Furious, Jay's tone shook the ground.

Angeline immediately surrendered. "Okay, okay. Don't get angry, negative emotions are bad for recovery. I'll get out. I'll get out right now."

Then, she ran out without lingering for an extra moment.

In her panic, she had forgotten to shut the door properly behind her.

Jay's eyes sparkled.

From the door drifted in the whispered conversation between Grayson and Angeline.

"How's the president, Missus?" Grayson asked nervously.

"I'm not too sure. He's angry, but that's probably because I didn't approve of his discharge," Angeline answered confusedly.

Then she added, not convinced by her own explanation, "Unless it's menopause?"

Grayson's lips twitched as he reminded. "The president's at the prime of his time, Missus!

Menopause is ages away."

Reading the missus' puzzled expression, Grayson asked carefully, "Did the president recognize you, Missus?"

With how sharp the president's eyes were and how deeply he loved Angeline, Grayson felt there was no way he would not recognize her.

Had the president recognized the missus, then it would explain his rage.

Angeline leaned against the door, her heart still shaking from residual fear. "I don't think so?'

She continued with a saddened tone, "Plus, why would he rage at me like that if he had recognized me? Don't people say 'distance makes the heart grow fonder'? Shouldn't he be elated instead?" Grayson was at a loss for words.

"The president went mad searching for you when you left without a goodbye, Missus. Not even once did you message him or tell him you were safe. Do you know how worried about you the president was?" Angeline replied weakly, "It's not like I didn't want to message or tell him..."

Every surgery had its risks. How could she contact him when not even she herself knew if she would return safely after such a momentous transition?

Within the room, Jay's fists clenched tightly as he heard her reply. His eyes became more bloodshot,

tainting even his tear ducts a bright red.

Grayson sighed. "You're being too impulsive, Missus. You have to be more careful and straighten out your explanation for leaving without a goodbye the next time you see the president, or his raging flames won't dwindle that easily."

Angeline nodded, her expression one of complete understanding. "Don't worry, I'll come up with a better explanation next time."

Grayson was speechless."..."

'Come up with'? Grayson shook his head hopelessly.

Angeline was probably the only person on earth who would dare to feed his boss with such a lie.

As there had been no progress in persuading the president to change his mind, Grayson had no other choice but to resign himself to proceed with the discharge papers.

Worried that Jay's return to Tourmaline Estate would put him as the target of more schemes and conspiracies, Angeline felt uneasy at the prospect of not being by his side during such a time.

Thus, Angeline sought out the matron with a plea. "Please allow me to resume my position as a care worker, Matron."

The matron felt befuddled at Angelina's request. "I understand that you hid here as a care worker due to your disfigured appearance, Missus, to hide from the

president.

"But now that you've recovered your appearance, Missus, I don't understand why a stunning and enchanting woman like you need to hide from the president at all? Why do you want to become a care worker?"

Angeline explained in a melancholic tone, "Sigh. This boss of yours has a very peculiar taste in women. He likes how I looked before, and he raged hell when he saw me as a beautiful lady."

Despite not fully understanding, the matron quickly processed her Care Certificate.

Receiving her Care Certificate, Angeline gave it an excited kiss.

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Chapter 589

After the discharge papers were processed, Grayson found himself at a loss.

The president's body had only just stabilized and the doctor had spoken of the possibility of that status wavering. What if the president showed signs of worsening after returning to Tourmaline Estate? What would he do then?

Grayson went to negotiate a foolproof plan with the administrator, where they finally decided on having important doctors of related specializations brought along to Tourmaline Estate. Over 20 people stood waiting at the hospital room's door by the end, ranging from medical engineers to doctors and care workers.

As Grayson turned to ask the president of his opinion, he found the latter staring down at him like one would pandas. "You might as well move the entire hospital to Tourmaline Estate." Grayson should have known the president would never agree to such a thing.

However, Grayson refused to back down. Pulling up the determination of a soldier, he began to persuade the president with everything he had. "I understand you dislike hoarding resources to yourself, Mr. President, but your condition has yet to stabilize. If

you don't want that many people hovering over you, we can cut it down to a specialized team?"

Jay remained silent.

Taking it as an agreement, Grayson began to list out constructive suggestions.

"Only the doctor?"

Grayson believed that the doctor would be who the president needed the most, for they could monitor his illness and react as per any changes.

Jay in return stared menacingly at Grayson, his handsome appearance cold.

Grayson tensed. The president's expression was showing his blatant displeasure with his suggestion." Alright, then. If we don't take the doctor, how about the physical therapist?"

Very well. The president's condition should have stabilized enough that he could take the prescribed medication without supervision. What came next should be the physical therapist. Jay's attractive features began to freeze over.

Feeling the temperature in the room drop by a few degrees, Grayson hugged his shoulders with a shiver." If not the physical therapist, how about a nutritionist?"

Jay's gaze grew dangerous enough to kill.

Grayson's gaze fell on the group of people outside. If the president did not want a doctor, a physical

therapist, or a nutritionist, what could he want?

The moment his gaze caught onto the gorgeous figure amidst the group of people, Grayson immediately understood. "How about we bring a care worker, Mr. President?" The ice on Jay's features slowly vanished, and Grayson let out a silent sigh of relief.

Finally, an apple-polish that was done right.

Grayson patted the cold sweat on his forehead and exited the room to relay the president's decision to the entire medical team.

"The president has decided to only bring one care worker. The rest of you may leave."

The eyes of the people outside widened. "Care worker?"

In her blue care worker uniform, Angeline immediately became the most obtrusive existence among the group.

Everyone felt jealous of her, for she had the chance to enter Tourmaline Estate-The legendary high-class villa made of jewels and riches.

Angeline pulled Grayson off to the side and asked, perplexed, "Did your boss not use his brains before making such a decision? His body is still weak. He needs doctors, physical therapists, and nutritionists. A care worker is the last thing he needs right now. Tourmaline Estate has enough servants as it is."

Grayson replied, "It's because of his big brain that he made such a decision."

Angeline gave it some thought. "No way. This is about his health. I refuse to let him screw it up. I'm making the decision instead. Bring the entire medical team, Grayson."

Grayson gaped in shock. "The president just threw such a tantrum at you, Missus, and you've already forgotten?"

Grayson had nothing but respect for the missus' bravery, for only she could go against the president time and time again.

Grayson had overestimated Angeline's bravery as she was still shaking internally from the memory of Jay's rage.

If anything, Angeline worked exceptionally well under pressure.

"You get used to it."

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Chapter 590

Grayson's eyes widened. "You can get used to this?"

Angeline remained silent, her heart thrumming frantically.

Grayson had misunderstood Angeline. He honestly believed that she was a heroine of the ages who feared nothing at all. He immediately jumped to follow her orders.

By the time Grayson had arranged the medical team onto the vehicle and returned to the hospital room, he found Jay waiting for him with an extremely sour expression. "Where have you been? What took you so long?" Jay's tone was exceptionally cold.

Grayson replied carefully, "The hospital's care workers are rather busy, so only the rookie could take the time to care for you. But she's not as skilled as the others." Jay lifted his dark eyes.

Setting his gaze at the door, he found the corner of a cerulean blue uniform peeking out from the side of the door, shuffling about like a mollusk.

Jay found himself easily picturing the unease on its owner's face and their desire to delay the inevitable despite not being able to see the person themself. "Come in," Jay demanded.

Angeline entered with the wheelchair, entering the room deliberately slow with her head held down.

Pushing the wheelchair to the side of the bed, she tilted her head even lower.

Grayson was shocked as he took in her defeated posture.

Suddenly, he felt like he had just signed his life away by siding with the missus against the president.

Jay sat stationarily on the bed, his eagle-like eyes staring at Angeline without a blink.

Time began to tick by in the silence...

Grayson stared at the president before turning to look at Angeline.

The president was glaring at Angeline while the woman in question stared at her toes as if they were suddenly the most interesting thing in the world. There was no eye contact.

Neither of them spoke either.

The two remained at an impasse. How long would it be until somebody broke the silence?

At that moment, Grayson took a step forward. "I'll help you up, Mr. President!"

Jay immediately rejected, saying, "The care worker will do it."

Angeline's head snapped up. It dawned on her that he had been waiting for her to do something this entire time.

Grayson was dazed. There was no strength in the president's legs. He needed someone to carry him over if he were to sit in the wheelchair.

Yet the president rejected his help in favor of the missus. He was deliberately making trouble for the missus!

As Angeline walked over and sat by the side of the bed, Jay placed a hand comfortably on her shoulder.

Despite obviously being able to exert some level of strength to make her job easier, he decided to sit unmoving like a boulder on the bed.

His bewitching eyes stared meaningfully at Angelina's face.

Angeline wrapped an awkward hand around his waist, falling onto the small of his back.

Assuming that he would at least put in some effort, Angeline had only exerted a portion of her strength. However, he realized that Jay's body had not even left the bed at all.

Slightly embarrassed, Angeline turned to sneak an alarmed look at Jay. She ended up locking eyes with his teasing ones, followed by his voice in a lazy tone." I don't think such a weak care worker will be able to take care of me."

Grayson replied, "I understand. I'll find someone else." Angeline tightened her jaw and mustered every bit of strength in her body as she carried Jay and carefully maneuvered him into the wheelchair.