Jasper strode out of the room and hurried down the stairs, his pace so brisk that Xavier had to jog to keep up.

As Jasper reached the living room, he spotted Justin sitting upright in his wheelchair, alone. Their eyes locked when Jasper was just a few steps away.

Hostility flickered between their gazes.

Curling his lips upward into a slight smile, Justin asked, "Jasper, heading out at this hour?"

Xavier gritted his teeth, loathing the self-righteous air Justin exuded, as if he always held the upper hand. The sight made him want to charge forward and knock Justin clean off his wheelchair.

"It's late. Why aren't you in bed?" Jasper asked coldly, his tone as sharp as his glare. "It seems that broken body of yours is still holding up."

"Jasper, you seem to be in a rush. Did something happen? Do you need my help?"

Justin maintained the smile on his face, disregarding Jasper's sarcastic remark.

"It's none of your business."

Without another word, Jasper swept past him.

Justin's voice followed, low and sinister. "Jasper, there are many people and matters that have nothing to do with you. Why dive into murky waters and bring trouble upon yourself?"

usual warmth vanished from Justin's eyes, replaced by a chilling sneer. He fixed Jasper

a chill spreading through his

so much as a blink. Behind his polished exterior lay a rotten core, a man

his eyes narrowing. Without warning, he kicked the

gripping the armrests tightly to steady himself. Though he managed to avoid falling, his composure was shattered,

the sidelines, felt a surge

forward. His towering frame loomed over Justin as he spoke with icy disdain. "But I despise those who pretend to be disabled to

truly crippled, I wish you a speedy recovery. However, if this is merely an

Jasper stormed out, disappearing through

slowly, he rose from the wheelchair. His eyes

the chair over with

phone vibrated in his chest pocket. Breathing

everything going?" he demanded, his

was slightly startled. She hesitated before responding respectfully. "We've

himself down after being riled up by Jasper. "Why would I want her dead?

snow fell heavily on the mountain behind The

in her left arm, Amber fought fiercely against

the snow, battered and bruised, the ground beneath

Sheryl approached. Dressed in an extravagant white gown, she stopped short,

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