Mr. Rockwell chimed in.
"He never does any honest work, just loafs around all day. And he just has to court death with that ridiculous car racing, making the whole family worry sick. I might as well not have a grandson like him!"
"I heard he started working at Evan's company."
"Only Evan would be willing to hire him! A guy like that, taking someone's money... I'm embarrassed just thinking about it! Jasper and Evan were born in the same year, but look at the gap between them. Forget ten months, Jasper couldn't catch up even if he had ten years."
Silas Rockwell thought, 'Grandpa, isn't that a little harsh? He's your own grandson, have a heart! As his older brother, even my face hurts just listening.'
"To each their own. Jasper's ambitions just don't lie in business," Evan Fairchild said, placing a stone on the board.
Mr. Rockwell suddenly slapped his forehead. "Argh! How did I not see that move coming! Ah! Careless, so careless! I've lost, I've lost."
