Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose) novel Chapter 2094

Cole looked at Jay who was exuding a kingly aura and twitched his mouth. "I don’t want to hang out with him. He’s a loud-mouth."

Jay’s jaw dropped. "You're obviously retreating because you're not as good as me."

Cole was angered. "I'm not as good as you? What else are you good at aside from being loquacious?"

Jay smiled proudly. "I’m better than you in everything."

One should never compete with Jay in front of Angeline.

Angeline persuaded them and said, "Stop arguing. This isn't the time to argue. Are you going or not, Cole? If you're going, then at least say goodbye to Sis Shirley and Dawn."

As soon as she mentioned Dawn's name, Grand Old Master Yorks was infuriated.

Dawn was four years old now yet Cole and Shirley's relationship was still lukewarm. Like the boiling frog syndrome, they both had the same mentality of allowing nature to take its course.

Grand Old Master Yorks was anxious. He feared that Dawn would not even acknowledge his biological

father on the day he died. If that happened, the Yorks family would not have any more descendants left.

Grand Old Master Yorks said grumpily, "You're not family anyway. There’s no need to say goodbye."

Everyone could tell that Grand Old Master Yorks was mad.

Cole said, "Fine. I won't see them, then."

Grand Old Master Yorks was infuriated. "You... You're a disappointment."

Noticing how fiercely both grandfather and grandson were arguing, Angeline quickly changed the subject." Where's Aunt Crystal?"

Cole put away his bad temper and answered Angeline with a much softer tone.

"Aunt Crystal." Angeline sat at the foot of the bed and looked at her in distress.

Mrs. Yorks let out a wry smile when she saw Angeline. "I like it when you call me Aunt Crystal, Angeline."

There was a bitter feeling in Angeline's heart. She knew that Aunt Crystal would never forgive Uncle Spencer.

Mrs. Yorks sighed and said, "I regret it. I shouldn't have come back."

Angeline held her hand and wept. "I was wrong. I shouldn't have persuaded you."

"You’re not at fault. It’s Spencer. It’s fate." Mrs. Yorks looked up, her eyes already filled with tears.

"I thought I was always different. But in the end, I realized that Sandra is different to him too. He buried Sandra in the Yorks' parish hall and recorded her name in the Yorks' genealogical record. Just like that, there’s no longer a future between him and I."