The Heiress With Seven Secret Identies (Stella Shaw) novel Chapter 433

"Vivian, Amber isn't going anywhere," Felix snapped. "She is my daughter, and she stays here."

"So she is your illegitimate brat with Michelle."

"She isn't biologically mine, but I gave my word that I would take care of her, and I intend to keep it."

Vivian's face twisted into a mocking smile. "You, keeping a promise? Now that's a first."

"Just drop it," Felix said, waving a hand dismissively. "This ends now."

"This is far from over, Felix."

Vivian walked out, leaving a weary Felix behind. In the hallway, Mark was waiting, his eyes full of concern.

"Mom?"

"I'm fine," she said. "Go get some sleep."

"I'll call Jasper," Mark offered.

"No, leave him be. He's dealt with enough tonight."

Vivian cast a cold, sidelong glance at Amber.

She knew that if it came down to a choice between them, Felix would be the one to show her the door. But there was no way in hell she would let that girl touch a single cent of her sons' inheritance.

*****

Late into the night, Jasper found sleep impossible. He waited until Cody finally delivered the results of the rush DNA test they had run overnight.

As he scanned the report, a cold smirk played on his lips. It was confirmed: Amber wasn't his biological sister.

She must have known all along, which explained her twisted obsession with him.

But did his mother know? And if Amber wasn't his sister, then where was his real one?

"Mr. Moore, you're still injured," Cody said gently. "You should try to get some rest."

"You too," Jasper replied.

Jasper slowly closed his eyes, but the images of his own suicide flashed through his mind again.

The sensation was terrifyingly vivid—far too real to be a mere dream. The voices in his head had already been proven right about Amber; did that mean his death was a certainty, too?

He rubbed his temples and let out a weary yawn.

Whatever happened, he was determined to protect the people he cared about.

With that thought, he finally drifted off to sleep.

By the following morning, Jasper's visits to both the psychiatrist and the psychologist had yielded no answers.

"Mr. Moore, is it possible you're just exhausted?" Cody asked, his eyes full of concern.

"Maybe," Jasper replied vaguely.

"Are we heading to the Shaw residence now?"

Did she know yet? He couldn't help but wonder what she would think of him. Would she see him as a villain, no better than his father?

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