Chapter 14.
Jasper’s POV.
Clinton marched into the dining room and helped me into my wheelchair.
“Jasper. Honey, you don’t have to leave. I’ll prepare you something else. I promise,” my mother pleaded from the side.
“Goodbye, mum. We’ll see some other time,” I said, without looking at her. I nodded to Clinton and he began wheeling me out of the house.
“Home?” Clinton asked once we’d settled into the car.
I gave it some thought before saying, “Just drive. But not home.” I knew Keira would eventually go there and I wasn’t looking forward to being in the same building with her. At the same time, I couldn’t bring myself to kick her out because my mother wouldn’t let me. I balled up my fists in anger until my knuckles were a pale white.
I sat in the passenger seat of the car, lost in my
