"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-t o-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.
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