Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Cyrus was too guilty to look Jonathan in the eyes. As he reflected on the situation, he realized his first concern had not been Ezra's injury. It was only after he returned to the Finch Manor that he thought of Ezra. Now faced with Jonathan's questioning, he felt even less confident, but Jonathan demanded an answer.

"The third floor of the exhibition hall holds all your important belongings with locks to every passage. How did Ezra get up there?"

As Jonathan spoke, he glanced at Lizzie, already suspicious.

"Jon... Jon, it was my fault. I overlooked it," Lizzie suddenly spoke with a look of self-blame in her eyes.

Jonathan was surprised that Lizzie admitted it was her doing.

"I went to the third floor that day to check Cyrus' painting. After I finished, I left and didn't realize the door wasn't properly closed."

Every word was filled with regret, but they were equally piercing to Jonathan. He let out a mocking laugh.

Claire, who had been silent, quickly chimed in, "Mr. Jonathan, it's not Mrs. Finch's fault.

"Whenever she goes to the third floor, she unlocks the door, and I'm responsible for closing it. Last night I..."

Claire bit her lip as she followed Lizzie's instructions to take the blame. But when she looked up and met Jonathan's gaze, she was startled by the sharpness that seemed to see through her. Almost instinctively, she lowered her head in panic.

"Ha!" Jonathan scoffed. The coldness in his voice indicated he saw through Claire's lie.

Claire nearly faltered, but Lizzie intervened timely. "Jon, don't blame her. She made a mistake, but she's been with me for years. I know her enough to know that she didn't do it on purpose. "With so many things going on at the art exhibition, it's normal that she forgot to close the door.

"Who could have imagined that Ezra would come to the art exhibition? Or that he would mistakenly end up on the third floor and in that room?"

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was clearly taken aback by the way

Jonathan, and only she knew how she made her way from being an art tutor to becoming Cyrus'

one knew the things she did, but the sarcasm

eye contact. She leaned closer to Cyrus, looking pitiful and wronged just like she used to. As expected, her subtle display of grievance

arms around Lizzie's shoulder, protecting her against the world. He seemed like the perfect husband unconditionally protecting his wife. Clap,

but applaud, and the sound echoed in the study. Each clap was filled with sarcasm

angrily, but Jonathan cut him

"Mr. Finch!"

overlapped with that night years ago. As Jonathan recalled it, his hatred for Cyrus grew deeper. "Do you remember her death?"

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Jonathan suppressed the deepest sorrow in his heart. His hatred intensified when he looked

for Ezra, who was behind the helper giving him the blade? You didn't care. Cyrus, who is it that you actually care

at Lizzie, who Cyrus was

of guilt in Lizzie's eyes. She hurriedly tried to explain