Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Chapter 557 Unable To Keep A Low Profile

A hint of fierceness flickered in Jonathan's dark gaze. With a mocking laugh, he retorted, "A misunderstanding? Mr. Cyrus, perhaps you've never truly known the person sleeping beside you. Whether it's a misunderstanding or not, you'll have the chance to see for yourself."

Cyrus froze, wariness filling his eyes as he stared at Jonathan. "What... are you planning to do?"

Jonathan knew that until Cyrus truly saw Lizzie's true colors, he would continue to defend her blindly.

However, Jonathan wasn't in a hurry. He glanced at the others in the room-Elijah, Clover, and Miles. Even if Jonathan didn't act, it was clear that the Xanth family, especially Miles, would not let this slide.

The silence from Jonathan only deepened Cyrus' growing unease. His thoughts raced, and he tried to convince himself that the woman they had just seen on the surveillance footage couldn't be Lizzie. It had to be a mistake. After all, the Lizzie he knew was pure and innocent.

When they first met, she was still a university student-full of youthful energy, kindness, and innocence. Over the years, her elegance and grace blossomed, and she became just as refined as any elite woman in Regalia. More importantly, she had always been by his side throughout their years together. Even though she knew there was someone from his past he could never forget, she had continued to shower him with warmth and affection. "How could she possibly be the woman Jonathan accused her of being? How could she be anything like the person in that surveillance footage? No. It was a misunderstanding. It had to be," Cyrus mused. Later that night, after the group dispersed, Cyrus returned to the villa he shared with Lizzie, his mind still clouded with doubt.

"Cyrus. You're back? Where have you been today? I thought you were at home, but when I went to the art studio, you weren't there." Lizzie's sweet, melodious voice pulled him out of his thoughts. She was still wearing the dress she had worn to the banquet. Her gentle smile warmed his heart like it always did.

Her kind and gentle demeanor fortified Cyrus's resolve as she walked toward him. He dismissed Jonathan's suspicions and firmly believed that the woman before him was the real Lizzie.

"Cyrus? What's wrong? Why do you look so pale?" Lizzie inquired softly, her gentle touch upon his cheek reaffirming his conviction.

"Lizz..." Cyrus suddenly grasped Lizzie's wrist.

Just as he was about to question her about the rooftop incident, Jonathan's warning flashed in his mind.

"Mr. Cyrus, you can leave, but if Lizzie finds out about today's events, the consequences will be more severe than you can bear."

"Mr. Cyrus..." Cyrus thought. He couldn't even remember when Jonathan had stopped calling him "Dad". Now, Jonathan only addressed him as "Mr. Cyrus", and even that was only used when there was no way around it.

He couldn't help but wonder how their relationship had deteriorated so badly.

What's wrong?" Lizzie asked again, her voice pulling him out of his

that not only Jonathan but also Miles and the powerful figures in the Xanth family were

hidden side. Convinced that Jonathan was mistaken, Cyrus believed he would watch his son realize the error of his

always misunderstood Lizzie, who had once been his tutor, which likely contributed to his inability to

as he squeezed Lizzie's hand. "I'm fine. I

men had taken him away, nor did he bring up anything about the

more, Cyrus changed the subject. "Why are you home so early? Didn't Mom take

of sadness flashed across Lizzie's eyes,

but once I left it there,

she had prioritized securing her husband's sympathy and affection, knowing they were her most powerful tools for

Kon

are all I need..." she

your side do I feel

beat of his heart, but she knew all too well that it wasn't her who occupied that

had never wanted his heart. What she wanted was something entirely

wrapped her arms around his waist before looking up, her smile bright and

himself mesmerized by her beaming expression, reminiscent of its untainted purity from years ago. Instinctively, he held her shoulders, drawing her nearer. "Lizz, all these

Collecting himself, he swiftly

subject. "Regarding the painting

up to

I

determined to give you a celebration like

I need for a perfect

However, Cyrus' heart harbored

day's events from her or his determination to