The Heiress With Seven Secret Identies (Stella Shaw) novel Chapter 456

"I'm hurting too," Jaron chimed in. "I need a shoulder to cry on."

He tried to lean his head on Amelia's shoulder, but a sharp, warning glare from her sent him scrambling back.

"Nicole, let me lean on you," Jaron pleaded. "My heart is broken."

Just as he started to lean in, Amelia shoved him away.

Nicole looked completely baffled. "Wait—your heart is broken? Since when?"

"Yeah," Jaron muttered.

"Is this about Tiffany?"

"Ugh, no! Don't even mention her name. She's bad luck."

Nicole blinked, silence hanging in the air for a moment.

"Nicole, he's talking about Michelle," Amelia clarified.

"Who's Michelle?"

Jaron groaned and buried his face in his hands, wishing a bolt of lightning would just strike him down then and there. His past was coming back to haunt him.

Did his reputation follow him into every parallel universe? This was what happened when you were a player—your scandals followed you forever.

"She's Jasper's father's first love," Amelia explained. "A woman in her fifties."

Nicole practically jumped out of her skin, staring at Jaron in total disbelief. "Jaron! You're into women who are practically grandmas?"

"I—"

"And you got rejected by one?"

"No!"

"So... were you guys actually together?"

"No!"

"Is your luck really that bad?"

Amelia pressed her hand over her mouth, her shoulders shaking with laughter. Jaron looked like he had officially reached his limit.

"It's okay, Jaron," Nicole said, trying to be supportive. She patted his arm comfortingly. "I won't laugh at you. Don't be sad. That grandma clearly has no taste—she didn't realize how handsome you are. Here, you can cry on my shoulder."

"Nicole," Jaron sighed. "Michelle is Amber's mother."

"No way! You wanted to be Amber's stepfather? Jaron, did you hit your head in the crash or something?"

Jaron looked like he had completely given up on life.

Nicole couldn't wrap her head around his behavior. "I'm calling a doctor," she blurted out. She didn't waste a second, racing out of the room.

"Doctor! Come quickly!" Nicole shouted down the hall. "My friend's head injury is worse than we thought—his brain is totally broken!"

Amelia lost it. She clutched her stomach, laughing so hard her face started to cramp.

"You think this is funny?" Jaron asked, looking completely exasperated.

"I mean, yeah. It's hilarious," Amelia managed to choke out.

"Amelia, come on. That was the other Jaron who messed up, not me. I'm being framed here!"

"Jaron, I found a brain specialist for you," Nicole announced, rushing back in. "Quick, you need to get checked out right now."

"I'm fine," Jaron insisted. "My head is perfectly clear."

"The more confident you are, the more worried I get. Trust me, that crash definitely did something to your brain." Nicole paused, her brow furrowing. "Wait a second—when did you even confess to Michelle?"

Amelia and Jaron exchanged a quick, silent look.

"Nicole, how is Jasper doing?" Amelia asked, expertly changing the subject.

"He still hasn't woken up. The Moores won't even let me in the room."

Thinking about Jasper made her chest tighten. Even though the doctors said his life wasn't in danger, she couldn't stop worrying without seeing him for herself. Still, since her two friends were also stuck in hospital beds, she tried to keep a brave face so they wouldn't worry along with her.

"Don't worry," Amelia said, pulling her into a comforting hug. "Jasper is going to be just fine."

"Oh, right—Amber was rushed to the ER last night, too," Nicole added. "Word is that Jasper beat her up. She has several broken ribs and serious internal injuries."

Nicole's voice rose with indignation. "It's so much! Just because she couldn't get Jasper into bed, she's trying to ruin his reputation. It's disgusting."

Amelia and Jaron looked at each other again. Both of them knew that Jasper probably had been the one to do it.

"And Zoe is here, too," Nicole said gloomily. "Today was supposed to be their engagement day, and as far as I know, it hasn't been canceled yet."

"Nicole," Mark said as he walked in.

The group greeted him immediately. "Hey, Mark."

Mark offered a small smile. "Amelia, Jaron—how are your injuries?"