Chapter 41.
Jasper’s POV.
I turned around slightly in my wheelchair, my countenance giving nothing of my inner thoughts away. My gaze crossed paths with Clinton’s and I could tell he knew what was to come. The commotion was only growing louder just at the entrance. Apparently, my mother had left him out of the guest list even though he was family — her words were law and went undisputed. But this would have riled him up a great deal. Coupled with another little issue which I might have orchestrated. I could see in Clinton’s eyes, a shared knowing because of this little issue.
I shook my head in the negative for him to remain in place.
“Whatever is he making so much fuss for?” my mother frowned, looking up to the entrance. An usher materialized by her side at her request and held up a t
