Honey, You're a Billionaire?

Time ticked by, and the sky began to lighten with the approaching dawn. Rose remained by Jonathan's side, holding his hand.

Her mind wandered through a myriad of memories where he had fearlessly shielded her from harm, stood up for her, and protected her.

She could feel an undeniable shift within her heart. Something she had once held so firmly was beginning to change.

"Jonathan..." she whispered, gazing at his pale face. She seemed to have made a decision.

When Clover and Emily entered the room, they heard Rose muttering something indistinctly but couldn't make out exactly what she was saying.

"Rosie, you need to rest," Clover urged, his voice filled with concern. Rose had stayed up all night, and her exhaustion was evident.

He exchanged a glance with Emily, who immediately stepped forward. "Rosie, I made some breakfast. Let's go eat something," she said, pulling Rose along before she could refuse.

As they left the room, Clover turned his gaze to Jonathan, his eyes showing a rare hint of admiration.

"You truly care for Rosie, huh?" he muttered. Jonathan's willingness to take a hit for Rose was something Clover hadn't expected.

His words were meant to be private, but to his surprise, Jonathan suddenly opened his eyes.

"You!" Clover exclaimed, a mixture of confusion and surprise washing over his face. "How long has he been awake? Was he pretending to sleep?" he thought.

The bewilderment in Clover's eyes was impossible to miss, even without words, and Jonathan caught on quickly. He rolled his eyes.

"I wasn't pretending to be asleep. I just..." He trailed off as the memory of Rose's words echoed in his mind.

His gaze softened as he confirmed to himself that she had indeed said what he thought she had. A satisfied smile tugged at his lips.

"I just woke up a moment ago," Jonathan continued, his tone lighter.

It was Rose's voice that had pulled him back to consciousness. He had wanted to wake up immediately, but what she said next had left him in a daze until Clover's voice fully brought him around.

"Is that so?" Clover was skeptical, especially with the odd smile lingering on Jonathan's face. The sight of it irked him.

However, he had more pressing matters on his mind. Now that Jonathan was awake, there were important things to discuss.

"The car accident today and Jack's assassination attempt were both aimed at Rosie," Clover said with certainty.

Jonathan's smile vanished instantly at the mention of the incident, replaced by a stern expression. "I know."

"I don't believe that Bella had the brains to orchestrate all of this," Clover continued, his tone skeptical.

His research into Bella painted a picture of a woman who, while cunning, seemed incapable of orchestrating such a scheme.

Moreover, from what Leonard had told him, Bella's reaction upon seeing Jack at the scene didn't seem like someone who was in on the plan.

Just as Clover finished speaking, Leonard entered the room. He paused briefly upon seeing Jonathan awake and Clover present but nonetheless proceeded without hesitation.

"Mr. Finch, Finley has some results. He just called..."Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

Jonathan took the phone and put it on speaker. Finley's voice came through. "Mr. Finch, how are you feeling?"

"I'm fine. What's the update?" Jonathan asked, referring to Jack.

"Mr. Finch, when Jack regained consciousness, he confessed that someone provided him the opportunity during his transfer to the hospital.

"We traced this lead back to Bella, who seems to have facilitated the escape. However..." Finley hesitated, recalling Bella's shock when she saw Jack at Aurora Crest. Her reaction wasn't one of someone expecting to see him. Combined with what he had overheard earlier at Azure Clan...

"Mr. Finch, someone else may be involved in this, but that person is..."

Finley paused, aware of the implications of what he was about to say. After all, the only person around them who could have the nickname "Lizz" was Lizzie. But after a moment of deliberation, he

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decided to reveal what he had

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"Lizzie..."

At the mention of this name, a cold glint flashed in Jonathan's eyes. He never imagined that Lizzie would set her sights on Rose.

A cold fury washed over him as he fell momentarily silent, seemingly coming to a decision. "Finley, I need you to handle something for me."

He then relayed the task to Finley, unperturbed by Clover's presence in the room.

After ending the call, Jonathan met Clover's gaze. "Mr. Xanth, have your family's elders arrived yet?"

Clover was a bit taken aback by the question but answered honestly. "Yes. They have."

"Is it your uncle?" Jonathan probed further.

"It is," Clover confirmed.

Upon hearing Clover's confirmation, which aligned with his own assumptions, Jonathan's lips curved into a knowing smirk, his gaze adopting a depth that intrigued Clover. "What are you getting at? How did you know it would be my uncle?" Clover pressed, his instincts telling him there was more behind Jonathan's question.

However, instead of providing a

direct answer, Jonathan shifted the

topic slightly. "The recognition ceremony for Lerain Group is a significant event, isn't it? Shouldn't there be media coverage? And shouldn't the elite of Regalia be invited to witness it?"

"Of course!" Clover responded with enthusiasm. He had always intended for the event to be grand so that everyone would know that Rose was his sister. "Good." Jonathan nodded approvingly, his smile widening with a hint of mischief as he looked at Clover. "Your uncle is going to be very fond of your new sister."

"Naturally," Clover replied, his tone brimming with pride and confidence. He was certain that Elijah would be as charmed by Rose as everyone else who met her. He had no idea of the deeper meaning behind Jonathan's words and didn't bother to question them further. After Clover left, Jonathan made a phone call to Miles. As the first rays of dawn filtered through the windows of the Young Estate, the soft glow illuminated a figure seated on the couch.

Harriette had spent a sleepless night, haunted by the images of Rose and Jonathan driving off together and Miles hastily leaving her behind. The unspoken message was crystal clear. Whether it was Jonathan or Miles, and regardless of her identity as Harriette or Kelly, everyone's focus remained solely on Rose, overshadowing even Harriette's presence. "Damn it!" Harriette clenched her teeth in frustration.

A sudden commotion upstairs caught her attention. She quickly turned around to see Miles emerging from his room, engrossed in a phone conversation.

She initially attempted to eavesdrop, but Miles appeared only to be listening to the person on the other end of the call.

He didn't utter a single word until he was about to leave the living room, prompting Harriette to call out to him.

"Miles..."

Her raspy voice caused Miles to pause. He couldn't hide his bewilderment as he turned to face the figure shrouded in darkness.

"Etta, why are you here? Why aren't you sleeping in your room?"

His tone was filled with concern, which gave Harriette a slight sense of comfort.

"I was just thinking about Grandpa... and about what happened yesterday at Aurora Crest. Miles, don't you think that the car accident and the attack were aimed at Rosie? Has she made enemies with someone?" Harriette asked.