Sir Ares, Goodnight

Chapter 40



Chapter 40

Josephine jumped up from the sofa with shock. She grabbed Baby Robbie's cheeks without warning, rubbing and pinching them. "Wait a minute, is this really our little distrustful and cynical Jenson?"

Baby Robbie did not look annoyed or angry at Josephine's manhandling. Instead, he flashed an innocent smile at her.

Josephine yelped with surprise, "Jay, I'm pretty sure that your son has been kidnapped."

Jay slapped the back of Josephine's head and reprimanded her coolly, "You should stop reading those absurd novels of yours. The things you say are becoming more and more ridiculous."

Although Grandpa and Grandma could not openly agree with Josephine's dubious statement, they too felt that their grandson had been taken away.

When they were having their meal, Grandpa and Grandma heaped a lot of food in Baby Robbie's bowl but the boy did not object in the slightest. Instead, he politely thanked the elderly couple. "Thank you, Grandpa. Thank you, Grandma." Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Although "Jenson" was being cute and amiable, Jay could feel that something was amiss.

The whole family probably got used to Jenson's indifference. It was understandable that they did not

know how to handle the boy as he was now. The cool baby Jenson that kept people at a thousand- mile distance seemed to have changed into the loveable baby who could cause any flower he passed to blossom. 2

The exception was Josephine!

Grandpa and Grandma were mentally affected by their good grandson’s extreme personality change. Out of the blue, Grandpa started to scold his son, "Jay, don't work too hard every day. How did Jenson suddenly become this way? Do you know why?"

Jay looked at "Jenson" who was head deep into the bowl eating. That uncharacteristically self- reliant " Jenson" scared him a little. Nevertheless, "Jenson" was right in front of him. His clear eyes that looked like the sea, his nose as straight and tall as the mountains... Intelligent as he was, he still could not figure out an explanation for his son's sudden change.

Baby Robbie heard the adults' conversation and enjoyed a private laugh. ‘Daddy, don’t you know that you have two sons?’

On the other hand, Josephine liked the new Jenson very much. She patted Baby Robbie's head and encouraged "Jenson" to carry on. "Oh my, what a surprise. Polite words coming out from our very own Jenson. Jenson, tell me. Who cured your autism? I want to repay the person."

Sending an opportunity to cost the rift between Daddy and Mommy, Baby Robbie decided to employ his

silver tongue to set up a meeting for his parents.

"It was Rose. Rose told me that this world was big but there aren’t many good people in it. So we have to be grateful to those who treat us kindly. Rose is the nanny Daddy employed for me, Grandpa and Grandma. Not only is she beautiful, but she’s also very gentle. She can paint, program, and even build Legos... There’s nothing in this world that she can't do." Baby Robbie heaped lavish praises on Rose rather exaggeratedly.

When Grandpa, Grandma, and Josephine heard Rose's name as they sat across Baby Robbie, they lost their grips on their chopsticks, which clattered onto the table.

The news of Rose being alive shocked them.

"Jay, is it true what Jenson said?" Grandpa asked hushedly.

At the mention of Rose, Jay's good mood evaporated instantly. He nodded curtly. "Yes."

The meal continued and ended in deep silence.

Grandpa stood up and said to Jay, "Come upstairs with me. I have something to tell you."

Jay followed his father to the study. The old man sat o n his mahogany round-backed armchair. After a long sigh, he stared at his son intently and said in a rather nagging tone, "Jay, I know you don’t like her, but she’s Jenson’s biological mother after all. You can see the changes she brought to Jenson yourself. That’s the result of maternal love that no other woman can give. Please, I hope you can bury the hatchet and consider taking her back in."


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