The birthday banquet lasted until just after three in the afternoon. By the time it ended, most of the guests had left. The Ashworth Residence, bustling with activity since morning, finally quieted down.
"Oh man, I'm exhausted!" Jasper Ashworth flopped onto the sofa, rubbing his neck with a sigh.
Paul Ashworth looked at his son's lazy posture and gave him a light kick. "What are you so tired for?"
"Mom, look at Dad! Am I even his real son?" Jasper Ashworth quickly dodged to the side, immediately calling for backup.
'His old man was so biased. It was a classic case of 'daughter's a treasure, son's a weed.' He was seriously starting to wonder if he was actually related to them.'
Shirley Blaine shot Jasper Ashworth a mock glare. "We found you in a trash can!"
"…" Hearing his own mother shoot him down, Jasper Ashworth fell back in utter despair.
'Why did he feel the world's profound malice directed squarely at him?'
Mr. Ashworth chuckled. "Where's Seraphina?"
