Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose) novel Chapter 883

Old Master Severe and George came downstairs and saw Zayne's horrible wounds. George scolded the culprit angrily, "Jay, I've really misjudged you. I didn't expect you to be such a cruel and ruthless person."

Old Master Severe said nothing, but there was a faint shimmer of moisture in his withered eyes.

George only knew that his son had been beaten. What he did not know was that Jay was using this ruthless method to protect the Severe family.

The person who was really suffering was Jay.

"Dad, I don't want to work with Eminent Honor anymore." Zayne took advantage of his injury to act out against George.

He remembered his promise to Jay.

George was still disheartened by his son's injury just a moment ago. Then, he suddenly picked up a broom to hit him when he heard his son's unpromising words.

"What did you say? When you had me give you the money to establish Eminent Honor back then, you knelt in front of me and made a promise. You said that you want to tear the label of a prodigal off yourself and that you would revitalize the Severe family. But now you're so easily saying that you want t o quit?"

Angeline shielded Zayne and snatched away the broomstick from George. "Dad, don't get angry first. Listen to everything Brother has to say."

With a guilty expression, Old Master Severe said to Cole, "Mr. Yorks, I apologize that you have to witness this fiasco. The children have grown. After all that’s said and done, we’d like to keep our dignity. I implore Mr. Yorks to step back."

Cole left gracefully.

Angeline spread herself over Zayne, crying as she said to George, "Dad, Brother is already hurt all over. If you hit him again, he’ll die."

George said, "You think I wouldn’t dare hit you because you're protecting this prodigal?" After saying this, he raised his broom and waved it down.

Lady Severe ran out and knelt in front of George. "Old Master, please let them go. If you want to hit someone, hit me."

Anne stood aside, holding her arms with both hands. Her expression was neither indifferent nor judging.

"Oh, Old Master, you're also at fault. You clearly knew that Zayne is a useless good-for-nothing yet you still used so much money to start a business for him. Well done now. The money's gone. Aren't you heartbroken?"