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It was as if something was stuck in Javier's throat as he pointed at his son's face. His high and mighty
demeanor was slowly compromised. "Jasper, you ungrateful bastard!
"If I was putting on a show, I wouldn't have gone against the majority and suffered the pressure to bring
you and your mother back to the Beckett Group from the slums.
"If it weren't for me, both of you wouldn't have died on the smelly and nasty streets. Have you forgotten
how sick your mother was? She didn't have a single dime on her to go to the hospital for treatment.
"She had no way to support you. If it weren't for me, she wouldn't have recovered from her sickness.
How on Earth would you have lived the cushy life you have now?"
Alyssa watched as Jasper, feeling wronged, received a baseless accusation. As a bystander, her heart
burned with fire. She felt her blood boiling in her as her fists clenched.
Until now, Javier wasn't speaking to Jasper as a husband or a father. He was still on his high horse,
thinking he offered charity to Jasper and his mother, a holier-than-thou capitalist.
Everything he said sounded like it made sense. However, everything was hinted toward one thing—
Jasper and his mother were not from the world as he was.
He was the one who had been kind and gracious enough to help them escape from the cheap, dirty,
and smelly slum. With a move of his finger, they could enter his world.
That ingrained sense of arrogance and superiority was more humiliating and angering than profanitiesnovelbin
and insults.
"No matter what, I have raised you to who you are today. You wouldn't be where you are today without
me. Would you even have the privilege to be so rude and rebellious to me?" Javier ran his mouth like a
machine gun, firing at Jasper with bloodshot eyes.
"If I was a girl and not a boy, would you have found ways to bring me back to the Beckett family? If it
weren't for this, would you ever remember a pitiful woman who was carrying your baby wandering with
no power or status to her name? Would you even remember she who didn't have a roof over her head
or food on the table?"
Jasper's lips curled into a sharp smile. He was terrifyingly cold as he continued to mock Javier, "I have
to thank Grandpa for his nurture and care and my mother's strong body for who I am today."
"You rebellious bastard! You have crossed the line!"
Javier's noble demeanor had utterly crumbled. Outraged, he raised his hand and was about to slap
Jasper across his face.
Jasper was unfazed. His terrifyingly glistening eyes carried an intimidating sense of hatred.
Everyone was flabbergasted.
Javier only felt the pain on his wrist slightly after. His brows knitted tightly.
Alyssa swiftly dodged and stood right in front of Jasper. She aggressively grabbed Javier's wrist and
continued to tighten her grip as if she was about to break his wrist.
"Mr. Javier!"
Rory and the four bodyguards were pale from terror. They were about to stop Alyssa.
However, Alyssa's face was icy. She didn't even blink and had no intention of letting go.
Alyssa was no longer as frail and meek as she always was. Like a porcupine, her quills stood up,
protecting the man he loved.
A cold glint appeared in Alyssa's eyes. "I may be an outsider to you, but I am Jasper's wife."
Wife?
Jasper's eyes dilated as his heart palpitated wildly.
Were his ears playing tricks on him?
Did Alyssa just say she was Jasper's wife?