Freya's POV
The sound of footsteps in the hallway made me look up from my birthday dinner. Jasper appeared in the doorway, his arms full of packages. A designer cake box balanced in one hand, several expensive-looking supplement containers in the other.
"Freya, happy birthday. I brought cake and some gifts." He flashed that practiced smile as he set everything down. "Grandma, these nutritional supplements are for you. Have your caregiver prepare some healthy soups with them."
My stomach dropped.
Grandma and Auntie exchanged uncomfortable glances. The tension in the room was thick enough to cut.
Grandma managed a polite smile despite her obvious discomfort. "That's very thoughtful, but I can't accept these. You should take them home to your own family."
Before Jasper Tristan could respond to Grandma's gentle rejection, I shot to my feet. My chair scraped against the floor with a harsh sound.
