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?

frail, and it’s late; I didn’t tell

bear to see Saskia

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

for thirty years, and you choose to betray me

to let me marry Saskia, and I’ll do whatever you

to be with the

can agree

discuss.” Jonathan was just

an hour of a silent standoff, Mrs. Metzger left the hospital. She called Ophelia, “Thank you for supporting

wants to call off the engagement with

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

Metzger knew Ophelia wanted to break things off, but she wasn’t ready to let go of such a suitable

by me. He’s being deceived now. Give him time, and he’ll see Saskia for who she really is. He will come to

their mother-son affairs, so after a brief chat, she hung up the phone. The

has been discharged from the

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.”

back in the workforce, Ophelia seized the opportunity to engage in