Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Noel stared at Ezra and couldn't help but sigh.

"Back then, all indicators showed he was fine. There have been no abnormalities over the years. It shouldn't have relapsed that easily, unless..." "Unless what?" Jonathan seemed to have his answer.

"Unless there was a trigger." Noel's answer matched what Jonathan had in mind. A trigger.

His gaze fell on Ezra's uninjured hand, which was tightly gripping something. He and the doctors had tried to pry open Ezra's hand but failed. Could it be related to the trigger? "I understand. I'm leaving Ezra to you." Jonathan knew what Ezra's condition would be like after his relapse. They had walked out of it together once, and he was certain that they could do it again. Noel left the room after giving a few more instructions.

After having confirmed Ezra's condition, Jonathan hurried to find Rose. He followed the information Leonard provided and arrived at Rose's ward just to see her push open the door to Ezra's room. Miles had gone to inquire about Ezra's condition and left Rose alone to approach the bed.

The events in the secret room were still fresh in her memory, but Rose firmly believed that the Ezra who had strangled her was not the real Ezra.

She seemed to have called out Jonathan's nin the daze brought by suffocation.

"Ezra, you letgo because you heard his name, right? He must be really important to you," Rose muttered. The man lying motionless on the bed suddenly moved his uninjured hand. Rose noticed he was holding onto something. She curiously reached out to check and pull out a photo.

She remembered the photos in the secret room and naturally assumed this was something Ezra had brought out from there.

In the secret room, she had seen the beautiful woman in the photo, but she didn't know her identity.

She did, however, have a rough idea. Rose was about to examine the photo closely when footsteps approached. She instinctively clutched the photo in her hand.

Before she could turn around, a pair of arms wrapped tightly around her from behind.

"I'm sorry." The familiar voice dismissed Rose's thoughts of resisting.

Jonathan had gone to her ward and thought she had left. "It's a good thing that you haven't left." The word "left" stirred something in Rose's heart. She would eventually have to leave.

Rose took a deep breath as Jonathan turned her around. Seeing the wound on her forehead, he felt even more guilty. "I'm sorry. He didn't mean to hurt you. He..." Despite handling everything with a clear mind, Jonathan now found himself at a loss for words. Rose was hurt no matter what he had to say.

All he could do was repeatedly apologize. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." His self-reproach moved Rose. She knew Ezra was not in a great condition when seeing Jonathan's bloodshot eyes. Although she could guess their relationship, she still needed confirmation. "You and Ezra-" Before Rose could finish, Jonathan frankly answered, "He's my brother. My biological brother." Such directness surprised Rose. She hadn't expected Ezra to be the fourth grandson of the Finches.

The layer of Ezra's identity involving the Finches was completely unknown to the public despite him being in the entertainment industry. It showed how well the Finches had kept it a secret.

Jonathan didn't intend to hide anything from her either.

"My mother discovered Cyrus had fallen in love with someone else when she gave birth to Ezra. She delivered the baby alone in Aquastead and couldn't forgive his betrayal.

en Find "After giving birth to Ezra, she cut off contact with the Finches for several years." Jonathan began recounting the past, telling Rose about what he had never shared with anyone else.

"Ezra was very young when I first met him. My mother returned to finalize the divorce with Cyrus, who still clung to her and refused to let go despite his betrayal." Jonathan remembered the timid look in Ezra's eyes when he first saw him.

"With the powerful Finches backing him up, he selfishly trapped my mother in a withering marriage. She too began to wither with Ezra being the one most affected." Jonathan looked at the comatose Ezra. The monitoring equipment emitted a steady beeping sound.

Right now, Ezra was dreaming. In his dream, he was reliving the first the returned to the Finch Manor and met Jonathan.

He had always heard his mother, Nancy, speak of Jonathan. She missed him dearly.

Whenever he woke up from nightmares in the middle of the night and rushed to Nancy's room, he would often see her crying over a photo of Jonathan.

He saw a photo of Jonathan, and Nancy said they looked alike. He had always wanted to meet Jonathan, but when he did, he found Jonathan seemed to dislike him. In spring, the flowers in the garden of the Finch Manor blossomed.

He handed Jonathan a handkerchief when he saw blood at the corner of Jonathan's mouth and asked, "Jonathan, why did you fight? Mom said children shouldn't fight." He Was eT too young to understand the self-mockery and sorrow in Jonathan's eyes. Jonathan said nothing and just knocked the handkerchief from his hand. Later, he learned that after Nancy left the Finch family, Jonathan spent a difficult twith the Finches. There was no one to protect him in the Finch family.

That day, Nancy had a big fight with Cyrus, the man he was supposed to call "Dad", and was locked up His father's friend, Lizzie, had "kindly" offered to look after him. When she took his hand, Jonathan appeared out of nowhere to push Lizzie away and drag him off amid reprimands from Cyrus. That was the first tJonathan held his hand. Jonathan's hands were big were fresh scars from the fight still on his face.

Jonathan led him along the road outside the manor and suddenly stopped to say, "Don't get close to the Finches, including those around them." That was the first tJonathan spoke to him. He was overjoyed but...

"Does that include you? You're part of the Finch family, and so am I," Ezra asked, looking curiously at Jonathan.

In the night, he saw Jonathan frown in displeasure. The Finch family was huge, but Jonathan seemed to dislike it and their identities as Finches.

Jonathan shot him an impatient look and shook his hand off to continue walking. He panicked when Jonathan let go. As he ran to catch up, the distance between them grew.

Just when he was losing his strength and thought he would be left behind, Jonathan stopped to tie his shoelaces. He took the opportunity to run harder and finally reach Jonathan while he finished tying his shoelaces.

"Jonathan..." X