Marry Ex's Billionaire Uncle After Divorce (Aurora and Jasper) novel Chapter 125

Chapter 89 Chaotic Jasper

Chapter 89: Chaotic Jasper

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She walked to the door. She opened it. She closed it behind her – not a slam, just a quiet, final click.

For a moment the hallway was still. Then she heard Leo’s voice through the door, raised, and Martha’s voice rising to meet it.

She didn’t go back.

Leo watched his sister leave and felt the click of the door like something closing in his own chest.

He turned to face his mother.

Martha was shaking. Her hands, her shoulders, the line of her mouth. “She’ll be back,” she said, and her voice had a brittle edge to it. “Give her three days. She’ll come crawling back and apologize. She always does.”

Leo looked at her.

He looked at the set table – the roast chicken going cold, the mashed potatoes, the untouched salad – and then back at his mother’s face.

He didn’t say anything. There wasn’t anything left to say.

He just felt the distance between who she was and who he’d needed her to be, and understood, in a way he hadn’t fully before, that the gap was not going to close.

***

Jasper had barely slept in three days.

He’d taken the chair beside Victoria’s hospital bed and stayed there, dozing in twenty-minute intervals, waking every time a monitor beeped or a nurse came in. Victoria had been moved out of emergency care on the second day, which was something. She was weak but stable, and she’d spent most of the time sleeping.

On the third morning she opened her eyes and looked at him with the particular expression she used when she was about to say something she’d been saving up.

“Why isn’t Sienna here?”

Jasper looked at the window. “She’s busy.”

Chapter 89 Chaotic Jasper

“She should be here. I’d like to see her.”

“I’ll let her know,” he said, which meant nothing.

Victoria studied him for a moment, then closed her eyes again.

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He didn’t elaborate. He didn’t explain that Sienna hadn’t called once. That his phone had been silent for three days except for Ethan’s work updates and a brief check-in from the hospital administrator. That he’d sat in this chair for seventy-two hours and the person he’d built his entire emotional life around had not thought to ask if he was all right.

He was still sitting with that when his phone buzzed. A text from Ethan: *Sir, Miss Rosalind has been crying and fussing at home all this while, and the maids and nanny are nearly at their wit’s end trying to console her.*

Jasper closed his eyes.

He’d forgotten about Rosalind.

Three floors away and three miles across the city, Rosalind had finally stopped waiting.

She found the phone in the kitchen drawer where it always was and dialed the number she’d memorized because Sienna had told her to.

Sienna picked up on the third ring.

“Rosalind? What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“Daddy hasn’t come home,” Rosalind said. Her voice wobbled. “And Grandma Victoria isn’t home either. Nobody’s home. It’s been days.”

Sienna was quiet for a moment. “Days? Since when?”

“Since the day you went to the big building. The court.”

Sienna set down whatever she’d been holding. Sebastian had mentioned Jasper being tied up with something – she’d assumed it was work, or that he was sulking, or that he was giving her space to calm down. It hadn’t occurred to her that something might actually be wrong.

She picked up her other phone and called Ethan.

He answered on the second ring.

“Where is Jasper?” she asked.

A pause. “He’s at Cedars-Sinai, Ms. Rathbone. He’s been there since Thursday evening.”

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“Why?”

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Another pause. Longer this time.

“Mrs. Victoria collapsed outside the courthouse. She’s been admitted for cardiac monitoring. Mr. Jasper hasn’t left the hospital since she was brought in.”

***

Sienna pushed open the hospital room door and stopped.

Jasper was bent over Victoria’s bed, smoothing the sheets with one hand, wiping the back of her hand gently with a damp cloth. He didn’t look up.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Sienna asked. She kept her voice soft. “Something this serious – why didn’t you call me?”

“It’s handled.”

“Where are the private nurses? You can’t do all of this yourself.”

“It’s handled, Sienna.”

She moved closer and reached for the cloth. “Let me. I’ll take care of her.”

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