Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

On the desk was a thick photo album. Rose flipped to the first page and saw a young Jonathan. The young lad was handsand tall with features identical to his current self, but his face lacked the coldness it now possessed. As Rose flipped through the album, she occasionally saw the man's lips curve into a slight smile. Besides Jonathan, the album also contained photos of a young Miles and another woman.

Rose had seen her before. She was the woman in the photo Rose had seen in the building behind the Young Estate in Aquastead. Her nwas Harriette! Rose examined Harriette in the photos. Harriette was full of youthful vitality and had a bright smile.

She knew that all the granddaughters Oliver had adopted had eyes that resembled Celeste's. But compared to Anastasia, Harriette's eyes seemed to smile and were warmly contagious.

Jonathan must have liked her before. Rose was certain that in the photo she had seen in Aquastead, Jonathan was the man with scribbles on his face. And Harriette liked him too! They seemed quite like a perfect match. "Jealous?" A voice seemed to sound in Rose's mind.

She raised her eyebrows and murmured with a light smile as if trying to hide her feelings, "How could I be?" How could she be jealous? But the next second, her hand froze when she turned to the next page and saw Harriette's lipstick print on Jonathan's face.

Harriette's eyes were full of admiration, while Jonathan's expression overflowed with gentleness at the click of the camera.

Rose stared at the photo with an indescribable feeling growing in her heart. It pressed so heavily on her that it hurt. She could no longer escape from what she had refused to admit.

She took a deep breath and told herself that those times were long gone. Everyone had their first love, and Jonathan was no exception.

She was just having a brief encounter with Jonathan, so what right did she have to get jealous? She continued flipping through the album, but she couldn't concentrate any longer.

Meanwhile, the door to Cyrus' study was ajar before Jonathan arrived. The people in the room seemed to have been waiting for him.

Jonathan pushed the door open and was only expecting to see Cyrus. But to his surprise, Lizzie was also there with Claire. Lizzie looked full of guilt as if she had just cried.

The scene was eerily similar to the night he had questioned Cyrus after Nancy's death. Jonathan's lips curved into a sneer.

Cyrus' face grew darker seeing that. He suppressed his anger and spoke in a cold voice, "Where's she?" He was referring to Rose.

Jonathan didn't bother looking at Cyrus. He sat on the couch furthest from the desk and responded in his usual distant voice, "Don't you already know?" No one could cand go unnoticed to Cyrus in the Finch Manor. Plus, Cyrus' men had been guarding the door downstairs.

Jonathan sneered at the redundant question, and Cyrus' face stiffened. Though he was used to Jonathan's attitude, he was still displeased. But tonight, he had something to clarify. "What about Ezra?" Cyrus asked urgently, wanting to know Ezra's condition.

But how could Jonathan tell him? He retorted with a sarcastic smile still on his face, "Are you concerned about him?" "Of course I am! I'm his father!" Cyrus raised his voice.

Jonathan questioned in return as soon as he spoke, "So you do know that you're his father?" Memories of Ezra hurting himself in the Finch Manor and the blade had constantly been gnawing at Jonathan's heart. He had tried hard to investigate, but Cyrus had been indifferent.

en Find The helper had such a lousy explanation that he didn't believe it. It was obviously a lexcuse for a scapegoat, but Cyrus took it. Jonathan glanced at Lizzie in disdain. "I thought you only cared about your wife." "Jonathan!" Cyrus shot to his feet and threw a pen at Jonathan.

The pen flew past Jonathan and hit the wall with a loud thud. The sound reverberated in the quiet night.

Cyrus was trembling with anger, and Lizzie hurried forward to soothe him. "Cyrus, Jon is just saying that to piss you off. Don't get upset." Cyrus calmed down with her comfort. The two standing together still looked loving and compatible despite their age difference, and Jonathan was disgusted by that. "Jon, you have many misunderstandings aboutand what happened in the past, but Cyrus has always cared about you brothers. He just doesn't know how to express it. "After you brought Ezra away from the art exhibition, Cyrus ended the event early. He couldn't eat anything when he got home. He kept asking about Cyrus' condition but..." Noel was Jonathan's man. He said nothing to Cyrus about Ezra's condition.

"Jon, how's Ezra?" Lizzie explained to Cyrus while comforting him. If Jonathan didn't know that she was never as kind and gentle as she seemed, he might have believed that she truly cared about Ezra.

Jonathan shook his head with a light laugh. Lizzie's hypocritical face was truly disgusting.

Lizzie bit her lip seeing the scorn in his eyes. Her grievance was evident to Cyrus, who immediately reprimanded Jonathan.

"What kind of attitude is this?" Jonathan's eyes turned cold as he met Cyrus' gaze. A trace of diffidentness flashed in Cyrus' eyes.

"Father? Ha... Would you like to know how Ezra's doing? If you find then person who hurt him, will you seek justice for him?" Jonathan sneered. This left Cyrus speechless. Finding the person who hurt Ezra... After a long while, Cyrus spoke.

"Rose was in the room with him." "Are you saying that Rose hurt Ezra? Ha!" Jonathan scoffed.

He had expected Cyrus to involve Rose, which explained Cyrus' reminder to bring Rose along to the Finch Manor. But how could .n Jonathan let Rose take the blame? He had long lost faith in Cyrus.

"The hospital's diagnosis is that the injury on his wrist was self-inflicted. He lost so much blood. Doesn't it remind you of the past? "Instead of involving people who aren't related, why not figure out why he was triggered? Why was Ezra locked on the third floor?"

Jonathan was still terrified at the thought of Ezra lying in the pool of blood. If Cyrus refused to accept reality; he would have to unveil the truth himself. X