Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Chapter 486 Facing It Alone However, Jonathan still followed. The remaining people at the dining table, who had been silent, finally spoke up.

"I never thought Jon would care so much about Ms. Shaffer." Yara held up her wine glass.

She had been drinking all this time. While others were jealous seeing Jonathan and Rose's affectionate exchanges, she harbored deep malice.

She was now convinced that Jonathan had intervened in Jack's matter for Rose. Because of that, Jack was detained at the police station, and even Yosef had no clue.

"Yes. It's rare for Jon to treat a woman so well. It remindsof another lady from the Young family..." Lizzie smiled gently.

Her words made everyone present pause. Their curiosity was successfully piqued.

Yara was the first to ask, "Which lady from the Young family?" Lizzie glanced at Yara. "That was a long tago. You went abroad early, so it's normal that you don't know her.

"I remember her nwas Harriette. She often spent twith Jon, and I'd say that they were childhood sweethearts. I used to think that Harriette and Jon would end up together, but unfortunately... Harriette disappeared. "It was a big deal back then, but it was eventually forgotten. Jon probably hasn't forgotten her, otherwise..." Lizzie stopped abruptly, suddenly realizing something. But how could Yara hold herself back from asking when Lizzie stopped at the key point? "Otherwise what?" Yara pressed on.

Lizzie hesitated, and Yara looked at Anastasia. "You're also an adopted daughter of the Youngs. You must know the reason, right?" Anastasia wanted to ignore Yara, but she changed her mind when she thought of something. "Rosie's eyes are very similar to Harriette's!" Did it mean that Jonathan's special treatment for Rose was just a transference? Ha! Yara's frustration dissipated. She looked at Anastasia and recalled Rose's appearance, and only then did she realize that their eyes were quite similar.

It seemed that even if Jonathan's feelings were transferred, he had no interest in the married Anastasia. So, Yara's rival was Rose, but it seemed to Yara that Rose wasn't as important anymore! "I'm full. You guys enjoy yourselves. I'm going to touch up my makeup." Yara didn't want to stay at the table any longer. What was the point without Jonathan around? It was better to find Jonathan and perhaps seize sopportunity.

After Yara left, Anastasia put down her wine glass and also left the dining room without a word. Meanwhile, Jonathan was stopped at the entrance of the elevator in the lobby.

"Mr. Finch, Mrs. Finch Senior and Ms. Shaffer are going to the restroom. It wouldn't be convenient for you to follow." Anna smiled respectfully, but inside, she was panicking. If Jonathan wanted to go against Eleanor's wishes, how could she stop him? The elevator carrying Eleanor and Rose went upstairs and finally stopped on the third floor. Jonathan looked up and met Rose's gaze. They reached a mutual understanding with just a shared glance.

Rose reassured him that she could handle Eleanor, while Jonathan reassured her that he would be here waiting. He would be there for her whatever happened! "Ms. Finch..." Anna cautiously tried to persuade him again.

Before she could finish, Jonathan took a step back and turned, walking decisively to sit on the couch in the lobby. From that position and angle, he could see the third floor.

In full view of Jonathan, Rose and Eleanor entered the study. The door to the study closed, shutting out everything.

The room was decorated in an old-fashioned style. On the other side of the desk was an antique sewing machine surrounded by various colored threads and embroidery tools.

Hanging in front of the sewing machine was a large photograph of the damaged gown displayed downstairs. Was Eleanor repairing that gown? But judging from the half-finished sample, she seemed to be on the wrong track.

Eleanor noticed Rose's special attention to that area, but she didn't care much.

"Take a seat." Eleanor sat in the chair behind the desk and glanced at Rose before focusing on the stack of documents in front of her. Eleanor's voice brought Rose back to reality, but she didn't sit. "I'd rather stand." Jonathan had told her that Eleanor was mad at her for something he did, hence the family dinner to make things difficult for her.

If standing and making things difficult for her for a while would ease Eleanor's anger, then so be it. Eleanor looked up at Rose's eyes thoughtfully. "Jon treats you specially, but you should know why, right?" The reason for Jonathan's special treatment? Rose thought for a moment. "Because... of my eyes?"

Eleanor's eyes showed a hint of surprise, but soon her smile deepened. "So you know. Then you vel must know about Harriette." Harriette... The girl in the photo Rose had seen in Jonathan's room flashed in her mind. "I do." edan

Eleanor raised an eyebrow and then lowered her gaze. "Harriette and Jon were childhood sweethearts, and Otiver and intended for them to be a couple. They had deep feelings for each other, but then Harriette had an accident... "Jon seems cold on the outside, but he's actually someone who values relationships a lot. Naturally, he has more affection for those connected to his past.

"Your eyes are very similar to Harriette's. Oliver spent the later part of his life collecting these eyes, and Jonathan is no different."

Eleanor spoke calmly without looking at Rose as if Rose's response didn't matter to her. Or rather, she didn't care about Rose at all. For any other woman, being told she was justla substitute would be heartbreaking and discouraging, but Rose found it amusing. She had expected Eleanor to have more formidable means, but it was just about using "Harriette" to label her as a substitute. "Mrs. Finch Senior... Do you know why Mr. Young Senior spent his later years collecting these eyes?" Rose suddenly spoke. "Why?" Eleanor frowned but still didn't look up at Rose. "Because of his daughter, Henrietta Willis! Grandpa said that it isn't just Harriette, but Anastasia and me, our eyes look very similar to Henrietta's. Grandpa reminisced about her through our eyes.' Eleanor naturally understood Oliver's obsession. "You seem well-informed." "Yes, I am. And I also know something else.

"Whether we're substitutes for Grandpa or not, the love and affection he gave us were real. That genuine bond was enough forso... "Whether Jonathan seesas Harriette's substitute doesn't matter to me!" When Rose finished speaking, Eleanor finally looked up at her.