The Heiress With Seven Secret Identies (Stella Shaw) novel Chapter 431

Vivian had been wondering what kind of "drug" he meant, but the scene before her was more than she could handle.

Crash!

Jasper grabbed a nearby vase and smashed it against the wall. He picked up a jagged shard and sliced it across his own palm. Blood began to pour.

"Jasper!" Vivian screamed, snapping out of her trance and rushing to find a first-aid kit.

Jasper felt like his head was going to explode. The sight of the blood was gruesome, yet it felt hauntingly familiar.

Slit wrists. Suicide.

Was that him? How could that be? Why would he have ever tried to kill himself?

His brain throbbed with a searing pain.

"Get me ice water!" Jasper roared.

"Right away, sir!" Caleb scrambled to obey.

Bucket after bucket of ice-cold water was dumped over him until Jasper finally felt a glimmer of lucidity return.

Amber had managed to wrap herself back in the quilt and was hobbling back up the stairs. "Jasper, how could you—"

"Get out!"

He kicked out, sending her flying back down the stairs a second time. This time, her head hit the floor with a sickening thud, and blood began to pool.

"Jasper, stay still," Vivian pleaded, returning with the kit. "Let me help you, it'll be okay."

Hearing his mother's voice calmed him slightly, but his mind was still a chaotic whirlwind of fragmented memories. A crushing sense of agony threatened to tear him apart. He knew there was only one thing in this world that could ever cause him this much pain.

Losing Nicole.

"Jasper, take your medicine," Vivian said.

"Okay," he muttered.

Vivian's heart ached as she looked at his wounds. She quickly grabbed the gauze and antiseptic. "Try to hold still. This might sting."

"Call Cody and tell him to come pick me up," Jasper said, his voice strained. "I'm not staying here tonight."

Caleb didn't waste a second and hurried to make the call.

"Mom, he hit me!" Amber cried out, looking for sympathy.

"Shut up," Vivian snapped.

Vivian kept working on Jasper's injuries, but her chest felt tight with grief.

Her own daughter—how could her daughter have done something like this? She had sensed something was wrong for a while; why hadn't she stepped in sooner? How could Amber even have such twisted thoughts?

Vivian forced the thoughts aside, unable to bear them. "Lock Amber in her room."

"Mom, my head is bleeding!" Amber protested.

"You brought that on yourself," Vivian said coldly.

"Mom!"

"Don't just stand there," Vivian barked at the staff. "Take her upstairs and lock the door."

Despite her screaming, Amber was dragged away and confined to her room.

"Jasper..." Vivian started.

"Mom, I have to leave tonight," Jasper interrupted.

"I know," she sighed.

Once his wounds were dressed and the effects of the drug had begun to fade, Jasper climbed into the back of Cody's car. He leaned back against the seat, eyes squeezed shut.

Was it just the drugs making his mind race like this, or was it something else?

"Cody," Jasper said suddenly. "Tell me—under what circumstances would I kill myself? Not just once, but multiple times?"

Cody nearly swerved, completely blindsided. "Suicide?"

The idea seemed absurd. Jasper was the picture of a bright, sun-drenched youth. Why would someone like him ever take his own life? Was this some kind of joke? Or was Jasper trying to use some extreme guilt trip to get Felix to back down?

If Nicole died, he would follow her.

No. That couldn't be right.

Were those flashes in his mind actually his own memories, or just some delusion he'd cooked up? If it turned out that Amber wasn't his biological sister, then maybe those "memories" were real. And if they were, he had to be ready. Nicole was perfectly healthy; if anything happened to her, it could only mean one thing: someone was trying to kill her.

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