The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 953

The hospital ward was packed to the brim with visitors and the sterile tang of antiseptics.

Jonathan had barely slept a wink in the overcrowded room, too distracted by the pulsing pain in his palm to find any rest. He slumped against the headboard of the hospital bed, his eyelids heavy.

Mrs. Metzger arrived to find her son in this state. Her heart sank at the sight of him in his crumpled uniform, looking gaunter than ever with dark circles under his eyes. His right hand was wrapped in gauze, a spot of blood seeping through. His usual well-groomed hair was disheveled, the air of aristocracy replaced by a sense of disarray and weariness. Taking a shaky breath, she approached slowly.

Jonathan, half-awake, heard her footsteps, looked up, and muttered, “Mom.”

Mrs. Metzger, her voice rough with emotion, said, “All this for Saskia? Was she worth falling out with me, with our family, ending up here?”

Jonathan, wincing from the pain and exhaustion, simply said, “Yes.”

He loved Saskia, didn’t want to marry Ophelia, and refused to be controlled by his mother for the rest of his life.

Mrs. Metzger’s heart ached a little more. “And where is this beloved Saskia of yours? Why

isn’t she here?”

Having suffered such serious injuries, Saskia didn’t even show up. Was this the person he loved?

tell her,” Jonathan instinctively spoke up for Saskia.

couldn’t bear to see

Metzger regretted having raised Jonathan to be so naive. To her, Saskia was a woman who valued power over love, a player in the game of influence, not

and you choose to betray me over a girl? You’re stabbing me in

to let me marry Saskia, and

wanted to be with the one he loved.

Metzger’s gaze was unwavering. “I can agree to

nothing left to discuss.” Jonathan was

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Mrs. Metzger left the hospital. She called Ophelia, “Thank you for

wants to call off the engagement with

like you, Ophelia. Trust me, you and Jonathan are a good

off, but she wasn’t ready to let

being deceived now. Give him time, and he’ll see Saskia for who she really is.

to meddle in their mother-son affairs, so after a brief chat, she hung up the phone. The next morning, Ophelia received a call from

been discharged from the hospital and intends to

work.”

pressing her fingers against her forehead. “Ensure those people from yesterday are dealt with. I don’t want any repeats of last night’s event.”