The color drained from Jason Sterling's face. His fingertips curled inward, nails digging deep into his palm.
"I'll go over and say hello."
Jason Sterling had barely lifted his foot when Jayden Sterling's unconcealed sneer came from behind, his voice laced with biting sarcasm. "Brother, can you really stomach that? Are you seriously planning to be a stepfather to that bastard?"
The word "bastard" pierced Jason Sterling's ears like a needle. He went rigid, his forward step freezing in mid-air.
He instinctively glanced toward Sue Lawrence, who was by the bay window. She had her head lowered, listening to something Elliot Lawrence was saying, her profile soft. It was as if she hadn't heard the commotion at all, yet for some reason, Jason Sterling felt a silent taunt hidden in her posture.
