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?

is frail, and it’s late; I didn’t tell her,” Jonathan

couldn’t bear to see

naive. To her, Saskia was a woman who valued power over love, a player in the game of influence, not

years, and you choose to betray me over a girl? You’re

just agree to let me marry Saskia, and

with the one he loved.

“I can

discuss.” Jonathan was just as stubborn.

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

Metzger, he still wants to call off the engagement

Ophelia. Trust me, you

Metzger knew Ophelia wanted to break things off, but she wasn’t

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

so after a brief chat, she hung

discharged from the hospital and intends to return to

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

new round of work. With Brittany back in the workforce, Ophelia seized the opportunity to