Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose) novel Chapter 533

Along with a deafening boom, the laborers busted open a huge hole in the outer wall of the second floor o f Fragrant Vessel Court.

A few workers squabbled among themselves," Giovanni said that the space above this attic only needs some reinforcing, not demolition. Now that the lot of you have taken it down, you're asking to be fired, aren't you?"

Tempest handed a cigarette over to the man and nodded an apology. "Calm down, Brother Bonny. We just didn't hear clearly what Giovanni's orders were. We'll just put the house back together then."

"Easy for you to say. This is a wall of phoebe zhennan wood. Can you all afford this sort of quality wood?

Hmph, just wait until the Old Master arrives. You all have bitten off more than you can chew," retorted the man as he slapped Tempest's cigarette onto the floor and rushed off to lodge his complaint.

Soon enough, Jay’s father, Jack Ares, arrived.

Jay noticed that, so he lazily got up from his chair in the middle of the court and strode along.

"Dad! What are you doing here?" Jay asked.

Jack looked at the huge hole above the attic, shaking with rage. "The workers upstairs have taken Fragrant Vessel court apart, do you know that?"

Jay then replied, "Since it's a renovation, perhaps some of the dilapidated areas should be removed." "Jay, Fragrant Vessel Court is made out of phoebe zhennan wood. You know very well how expensive these things can get. The carvings on them were also made by famous carpenters back in the day. Now that you've taken them down, they can never be restored."

Jay was indifferent. "Dad, Fragrant Vessel Court's style is too old. Its windows are narrow, its layout is also ridiculous, and it makes the space inside dark and gloomy. It should’ve been changed a long time ago!"

Jack roared in fury, "No. If you don’t like it, you can move out of Fragrant Vessel Court. Just don't make any changes to it."

When the two of them were together, Jack was always the kind and loving father. His brutish and tyrannical behavior toward Jay was a rare sight to behold, but it was happening now.

Jay shuddered and looked at his father. "Dad, every other court in Tourmaline Estate has been renovated. Why is it only Fragrant Vessel Court that can't be taken apart?”

Jack's tone softened under Jay's frightening gaze. "It has its sentimental value."

Both father and son moved toward the hall of Fragrant Vessel Court.

The housekeeper served them tea, but neither of them touched their cups. Instead, they glared at each other.

"Indeed, your current mother is not your biological mother. Your biological mother was exceptional and extraordinary. She was one of a kind. It's a shame that she died giving birth to you.”

Jay felt a rock bear down on his heart. Since he was little, he had felt that his mother's love for him was nothing but a superficial and shallow kind of love.

When he fell sick, the person who was worried and cried for him was Angeline. His mother, on the other hand, merely carried out her responsibility to visit him just because she was his mother. He could not feel any more love from her than that.

It turned out it was all because she was not his real mother.

Jack continued, "Your mother knew that she'd be in danger giving birth to you, but she ignored our protests and was adamant in bringing you into this world. Before she died, she said this, 'Tell Little Jay not to blame himself for my death.'" Jay choked up. "What else did she say?"