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 handsome and 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 name was 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?

flipping through the album, but she couldn't concentrate any

to Cyrus' study was ajar before Jonathan arrived. The people in the

Cyrus. But to his surprise, Lizzie was also there with Claire. Lizzie looked full

eerily similar to the night he had questioned Cyrus after Nancy's death. Jonathan's

grew darker seeing that. He suppressed his anger and spoke in a cold voice, "Where's she?" He

bother looking at Cyrus. He sat on the couch furthest from the desk and responded in his usual distant voice,

to Cyrus in the Finch Manor. Plus,

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

a sarcastic

I am! I'm his father!" Cyrus raised

as he spoke, "So

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

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such a lousy explanation that he didn't believe it. It was obviously a lame excuse for a scapegoat, but Cyrus took it. Jonathan glanced at Lizzie in disdain. "I thought you only cared about your

feet and

wall with a loud thud.

was trembling with anger, and Lizzie hurried forward to soothe him. "Cyrus, Jon

disgusted by that. "Jon, you have many misunderstandings about me and what happened in the past, but Cyrus has always cared about you brothers. He just doesn't

that she was never as kind and gentle as she seemed, he might have believed that

a light laugh. Lizzie's hypocritical

in his eyes. Her grievance was evident to Cyrus,