Jason’s POV
“You didn’t have to be so brutal,” Lucas said beside me, his tone laced with disapproval. I didn’t bother to look at him, just rolled my eyes.
“Helena is the cause of my problems. So I can talk to her however I like,” I snapped. She should be grateful I’m even marrying her. Desperate self.” The bitterness in my voice was sharp, and I didn’t care.
Lucas shook his head, his lips pressing into a tight line, but he didn’t say anything else.
We were heading toward the living room when my father’s aide intercepted us at the hallway junction, bowing slightly with that ever-serious expression he always wore.
“Your brother and father are waiting for you in his study.”
I groaned. “Do I have to go?”
“Your father insisted,” the aide replied curtly, already turning away like the matt
