Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

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."

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

vent her frustration and anger. That was why she didn't hold back when it came

Eleanor's voice, Lizzie's previously vacant gaze at

had seen were doctors and nurses.

time, someone

hesitantly began to speak, her voice a bit sore from not having used it for a long time. After a moment of getting used to it, she finally managed to ask her question. "Where is

ask!" Eleanor shouted, trembling with anger. "You intended to

think that just because you've survived, you can continue living

attention to Eleanor's threats. Her mind echoed what Eleanor

but he... Had Jonathan

made her decisions long ago. The reason she chose that particular

some special protection to the car. She even calculated the car's speed in advance to ensure

and she certainly had no intention of letting

either dead or missing. She had even prepared new identities for them. There

she wanted had always been

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

pull Jonathan out of the vehicle while they

her afterward,

anything beyond that

accident... It was

room,

Eleanor's gaze. They indeed saw Rose standing at the

point, Lizzie could no longer hide

a gaze as sharp as daggers, while Rose looked back at her

Come with me. Let's get out of here." Eleanor said, not wanting to let

reasons for

took Rose by the hand, and

did not

"Grandma..." Rose began.

paused in

"Mrs. Finch Senior" and never called

"Grandmother". But now she...

for her cold and pragmatic nature, felt an

I have a question for her," Rose

"Rose, she's just

me

the hospital room, but her eyes

her to watch

Lizzie chuckled softly.

still

It was

protective of any in-law