Chapter 20


    Chapter 20 Is That What She Taught You All These Years?


    “The car’s ready, Sir. Are you really going to the Smiths?”


    “Why can’t I?” A young man in a zer sitting on a wheelchair asked. There were tattoos peeking


    through his sleeves, and he radiated an air of authority.


    “But Madam said…”


    Jasper looked up, staring at the butler coldly. “What I do is none of her business!”


    “I’m sorry, Sir, I shouldn’t have said that. Let me take you downstairs now.”


    Jasper was leaving the house for the first time in years. He had not seen the sun outside in a long time.


    He saw that the weather was lovely outside, just like Eileen had said.


    An hourter, Jasper had arrived at the massive Smith mansion. There were over ten servants waiting


    for him as the car slowly rolled up to the front door.


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    A servant walked up with a wheelchair, and another helped him onto it. “Wee home, Mr. Smith


    Jasper did not react much to this.


    He had forgotten how long it had been since he hade back.


    “Oh my, Jasper…”


    A hoarse voice rang from nearby, followed by the sight of an olddy hobbling over holding a cane.


    John Smith hurried up to her from behind. “Slow down, Mom.”


    Jasper saw the old woman, and said, “Grandma.”


    There were tears in Old Mrs. Smith’s eyes. “You finally came back to see me.”


    Jasper nodded, before spotting the middle-age man behind his grandmother. The two men locked


    eyes, and Jasper looked away coldly.


    “Grandma, I’m back to do something…”


    “Yes, you can get to it after you eat.”


    Jasper was pushed into the dining room. The dining table wasden with all his favorite food.


    Old Mrs. Smith had heard he wasing, and kicked everyone else out of the house in fear that they


    would make him ufortable.


    Her eyes reddened, looking her grandson up and down. “You’re all thin now, Jasper. Eat more.”


    “Thank you, Grandma.”


    John saw this, and said in an attempt to please his mother, “How have you been these years? I heard


    didn’t go to school? Your entrance exams areing up, would you like to sit for them? I can enroll


    you into a school if you would like that.”


    Jasper took a bite of fish. “I’ve been good these past few years. It’s a littlete for you to be caring for


    me, isn’t it, Dad?”


    John shifted ufortably in his seat, his gaze growing cold.


    “You don’t have to worry about me, Dad. I’m perfectly fine.”


    John still felt a little guilty about Jasper.


    “Since you’re back, you can just stay here from now on. We’ve cleaned up your room.”


    Old Mrs. Smith said, “Yes, yes. I’ve kept your room this whole time, you should move back in.”


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    “That’s fine. I’ve got no ce in this house, I don’t want to get in anyone’s way here.” Jasper’s tone was


    icy.


    Old Mrs. Smith’s expression darkened at once. “Who said that? You’re the only grandson we have, and


    you’re going to take on the family business. Who else is going to live here, if not you?”


    Jasper did not know that no one had been allowed into the Smith household after John had married.


    Roxanne.


    Even Elm was no exception.


    “Watch your tone, Jasper. Is that what she taught you all these years?”


    Jasper clenched his chopsticks, his veins popping. “What she’s taught me is none of your business,


    Dad!”


    “I never wanted to disrupt any of you. I’m sorry, Grandma.”


    Old Mrs. Smith sensed Jasper’s mood, and put a wrinkled hand over his. “What’s the matter, Jasper?


    Were you bullied by anyone? You can tell me… I’ll stand up for you!”


    “That’s alright.” Jasper put down the fork he was holding, wiping his mouth before looking at the man.


    behind me. “Did you bring him here?”


    The butler said, “He’s outside the door.”


    Jasper waved a hand.


    Two bodyguards appeared at the door with a man in tow. He was wearing a ck T-shirt, and covered


    in injuries as he was thrown to the ground.


    John saw who it was, and widened his eyes. “Elm?”


    Elm’s face was covered with bruises. His hands were ben in weird directions as his wrists had been


    broken, lying on the ground semi-conscious as he glowered in front of him.


    Old Mrs. Smith looked disgusted at once. “This good-for-nothing. Why did you bring him here, Jasper?”


    John seemed to panic. “Jasper, that’s your brother!”


    “I’m sure he knows why I did this, and who he messed with.” Jasper looked at John calmly. “If you won’t


    discipline him, I will. Make sure he remembers who he is, and doesn’t step out of line just because he’s


    entered the Smith family!”


    John’s expression darkened, but he was unable to say anything with his mother around.


    “Also, onest thing…”


    “I don’t have a brother. My mother only gave birth to one son.”


    Jasper was pushed away by the butler, and he nced at Elm on the floor onest time. “Remember,


    there are some people you can mess with, and some you just shouldn’t!”


    “This is yourst warning!”


    Jasper got in the car. The butler turned around, and saw Jasper’s face creased in pain. “Is your leg


    hurting again, Sir? We’d better make a trip to the hospital.”


    “It’s fine. Let’s go back!” Jasper opened his eyes, holding back the pain. “Is Eileen better now?”


    “She’ll be able to get out of bed in a few more days. The doctor said she’s recovering pretty well.”


    “Is that so? That’s great.”


    “Oh, right. Ms. Swan told the florist you hired to send her flowers that the flowers were beautiful, and


    she liked them a lot.”


    “That’s good.” Jasper smiled faintly.


    He thought of something, and took out a ck velvet box from his pocket. He opened it to reveal a


    crystal ne in the shape of a moon.


    He had prepared it as a gift for her when they met.


    Jasper had designed it himself.


    He was looking forward to putting it on Eileen’s neck.


    The butler stole another nce at Jasper. He had never been quite this happy ever since the ident.