Leaning Jay against his shoulders, Grayson helped him walk into the house step by step with difficulty.
Grayson put Jay on the sofa, and he fell onto it softly a s if he had been drained of the strength to support his body. He glared at the ceiling with a trace of unresigned anger in his eyes.
Grayson poured a glass of warm water for him. When h e returned to Jay, he saw big tears seeping out of the corner of Jay’s eyes.
This was the first time Grayson had seen Mr. Ares cry.
"Grayson, I've already given her all of my heart. Why does she still want to leave?”
He had a deserted look on his face and his eyes were hollow.
Even when he spoke, he looked weak.
"Mr. Ares, there's something, but I don't know if I should say it or not," Grayson suddenly said.
"Speak."
"Your wife’s leaving may be related to the madam. The people in the medical department saw madam going into Ward 11 today."
Jay's gaze shifted to Grayson's face. He was startled for a moment, but then started sneering. "If she had
firm faith that I’d never leave her, who could separate us?"
Grayson said again, "Maybe your wife was just confused for a bit. Maybe she'll come back when she's thinking clearly again."
Jay’s vacant eyes lit up like a candle. That was the yearning light of hope.
However, at that time, he would never have thought that this candlelight would go out little by little during his long wait.
Rose's willful departure turned his initial tolerance to a strong hatred.
He hated her for betraying his love for her.
He hated her for leaving so decisively and completely ignoring his pain.
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