Chapter 647 Who Said She Hates Him

Cyrus knew that he had let down too many people!

...

Eleanor and Cyrus met at the hospital.

Before Eleanor arrived, Cyrus hadn't gone in. Even at this moment, he still wasn't willing to face the situation.

Eleanor glanced at him, her gaze as sharp as knives.

She found Lizzie disgusting and also blamed Cyrus.

If Cyrus hadn't married the troublesome Lizzie from the start, she wouldn't have had the chance to sneak into the Finch family with such malicious intentions.

Now, it had also resulted in Jonathan going missing!

Eleanor admired strength and ability. When it came to her descendants, she valued capability above all. She always thought highly of Jonathan, but during his upbringing, she did not show him much affection or care.

Still, with the occasional gifts he received from her, he had cherished them deeply.

It was not because she provided him with enough or anything special, but because Jonathan was simply a very good person.

He was someone who appeared aloof or detached on the outside but was actually warm and passionate on the inside. He was someone who knew how to be appreciative and thankful.

"Mom, when they found Lizzie, she was covered in injuries and almost... died."

Cyrus couldn't quite describe the mix of emotions he was currently feeling.

When he finished speaking, Eleanor hit him with her walking stick. "What? Do you feel sorry for her getting hurt? Sorry that she almost died?"

"No, that's not what I meant..."

"What do you mean by that? Don't forget that Jonathan is still missing. Jonathan is your son!" Eleanor said sternly, her voice sounding sharp.

Eleanor had two sons-Yosef had plenty of ambition, but his skills were lacking.

Cyrus was quite competent at his job, but when it came to personal matters and relationships, things were a complete mess.

Eleanor had begun to increasingly appreciate Jonathan's value.

Eleanor remarked coldly, "That troublemaker Lizzie should have just died."

She stormed into the hallway of the hospital, only to see the person who was supposed to have died in the fall lying in a hospital bed. Her eyes were open, though Eleanor couldn't tell when the person had regained consciousness.

Eleanor paused for a moment before muttering, "You're such a disaster. Even this couldn't kill you."

Lizzie's numerous bandages, her gaze as sharp as a knife. "Weren't you trying to end it all that night? What happened? Couldn't

came today just to vent her frustration and anger. That was

Lizzie's previously vacant gaze at the

seen

first time, someone came to

a bit sore from not having used it for a long time.

trembling with anger. "You intended

think that just because you've survived, you can

Lizzie was no longer paying attention to Eleanor's threats. Her mind echoed what

he... Had

her decisions long ago. The reason she chose that particular cliff was because there is a reservoir below

to the car. She even calculated the car's speed in advance to ensure that when it

had no intention of dying, and she certainly had no intention of

had even prepared new identities for them. There would always be a place in

had always been Jonathan! But

How could he be dead?" Lizzie murmured softly. Oh, that was right. She remembered

car went off the road, she managed to pull Jonathan out of

her afterward,

remember anything

accident...

the room,

followed Eleanor's gaze. They indeed saw Rose standing

Lizzie could no longer

Rose with a gaze as sharp as daggers, while

of here." Eleanor said, not wanting

her reasons for

forward, took Rose by the

did not

"Grandma..." Rose began.

paused in her

used to always call her "Mrs. Finch Senior" and

"Grandmother". But now she...

nature, felt an inexplicable stir in her heart

question for

frowned and said, "Rose, she's

me ask

She pulled Rose into the hospital room, but her eyes were

her to watch her

Lizzie chuckled softly.

had died, and Eleanor... Could Eleanor still

It was Lizzie's

Eleanore so protective of any in-law like

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