Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Chapter 470 Poor Jonathan Yosef introduced himself with a smile. "Mr. Sullivan, I'm Yosef Finch." The police chief, Carson Sullivan, frowned, clearly trying to remember who he was. "Finch?" he mused.

Seeing Carson still not making the connection, Yosef helped him out, which he rarely did. "About the case you took today involving Jack..." Recognition finally dawned on Carson. "Ah, yes. The family member. How may I be of assistance?" he asked politely.

Yosef attempted once more to invite Carson to dinner that evening, only to be swiftly declined. Left with no alternative, he initiated a conversation outside the police station.

He began, "Regarding Jack's case, while it should be thoroughly investigated, he's always been well-behaved and couldn't possibly have committed those crimes. Plus, he's injured. Is it possible to release him on bail for recovery? As for the rest..." He planned to smooth over the situation once things calmed down. However, Carson only sighed in response.

"I empathize with family members standing by their loved ones, but facts are unyielding, and the law is absolute. "Even ancient kings were subject to the sjustice as commoners. As a public servant in our modern society, I must enforce the law impartially.

"Mr. Finch, your son's transgressions are quite severe, so, unfortunately, bail isn't an option." He remained resolute, offering no opportunity for negotiation.

Yosef's displeasure grew. "Mr. Sullivan, you may not know me, but you should know the Finch family, right?" Carson paused briefly before a smile spread across his face. "Of course, I'm aware." He was not only familiar with the Finch family but also with Yosef himself. After all, it was nearly impossible to find someone unfamiliar with the prominent Finch family in Regalia. "Doesn't the thought of offending the Finch family concern you?" Yosef's voice grew cold. He decided to apply pressure since Carson seemed unresponsive to subtlety.

However, Yosef had severely underestimated the character of the man before him. Or perhaps his understanding paled in comparison to Carson's knowledge.

The threat was evident, and Carson naturally picked up on it. However, he maintained his calm demeanor.

"I wouldn't dare to offend the Finch family, which is precisely why I must conduct a thorough investigation into your son's case," he said.

With that, he headed back into the police station, leaving Yosef standing there, contemplating Carson's words. "What did he mean by conducting a thorough investigation precisely because he didn't want to offend the Finch family?" Yosef mused.

Suddenly, he clenched his fists as a realization struck him. "Jonathan..." he muttered through gritted teeth.

It becclear to him that Jonathan must have influenced Carson's decision. "But to what end? Was his goal to see Jack behind bars or to humiliatepublicly?" he thought.

At that moment, Yosef longed to confront Jonathan and deliver a well-deserved punch. However, he knew that losing his temper would only serve to give Jonathan more ammunition for mockery.

Initially, his only concern was preventing Jack's conviction to preserve his reputation. Yet, as this situation transformed into a battle of wills between him and Jonathan, Yosef becincreasingly determined to prove Jack's innocence and clear his name. If Jonathan could manipulate the situation, he was equally capable of doing the same.

Meanwhile, the lunch hour had just passed at the Finch Family Hospital. Having grabbed a quick meal outside, Rose entered the facility with the purpose of visiting Ezra.

His room was situated in a secluded section of the hospital, guarded by a contingent of bodyguards. As soon as they saw Rose, they stepped aside without her even having to explain her purpose.

Surprised, Rose asked, "That's it? You're just lettingin?" She was aware that the bodyguards were tasked with preventing anyone from entering the room or even approaching the area.

One of the bodyguards responded respectfully, "Mr. Finch has expressly permitted your entry, Ms. Young. Any other individual would have been barred from this area." Rose's heart skipped a beat. Trying not to read too much into it, she forced a smile and walked toward Ezra's room.

As she opened the door, she expected to find Ezra in bed, but it was unoccupied. Startled, she quickly regained her composure and was about to call for the guard when she heard a sound near the window beside the bed.

Rose approached and found Ezra lying on the floor, making her wonder if he had fallen out of bed.

Panic-stricken, she hurried to help him up. Thankfully, Ezra cooperated, and she got him to sit up. However, he refused to stand.

Ezra repositioned himself to lean against the bed. His gaze was fixated on Rose's forehead. Thinking that her bangs were in the way, he reached up. Before Rose could react, he brushed her bangs aside, revealing a scar hidden beneath. Ezra's gaze flickered as he lowered his eyes remorsefully. "I'm sorry." Rose understood the unspoken meaning behind his words. "It's not your fault... What happened that day was an accident." Naturally, Ezra knew it wasn't as simple as an accident. His uncontrollable, ferociously aggressive side had reared its head once more.

"The floor is cold," Rose said. "You've just woken up. It would be best if you returned to bed, or, at the very least, sat on it. It's better than being on the floor." Ezra remained motionless. After a long silence, he finally said, "I didn't fall." Rose was puzzled.

"Lying on the floor is comforting. The coolness against my back clears my mind," he explained.

Rose was rendered speechless.

"You should join me." Ezra patted the floor beside him, sincerely inviting her.

Rose hesitated but ultimately chose to sit beside him. Observing Ezra's profile, she couldn't help but notice his striking resemblance to Jonathan.

Initially, she had chalked up their similar appearances to coincidence, never imagining they were actual brothers, sharing the sparents.

Not only did their profiles match, but so did their noses, eyes, and facial features. The main difference lay in their expressions-Jonathan appeared stern and aloof, whereas Ezra seemed gentler.

Unbeknownst to Rose, Ezra had turned to face her as she was mentally comparing the brothers. It wasn't until she met his amused gaze that she realized her mistake.

A flush crept up her face as she self a hastily tried to explain herself "Im wasn't. She desperately searched She for a way to clarify without causing any misunderstandings. Her thoughts were in turmoil. But before she could find the right words, Ezra let out a soft chuckle. "I understand." Rose was taken aback, unsure of what he meant. "No, you don't!" she blurted out impulsively.

"I do understand..." Ezra repeated, his tone shifting from amusement to seriousness. "Are you aware that your eyes lit up when you were m looking atearlier?" Rose was left speechless, struggling to find the right words. She knew that an explanation was still within reach if she could articulate her thoughts. "You really like this face," Ezra affirmed with unwavering certainty. Rose couldn't refute it. "Who

wouldn't admire such a handsface? Your fans adore you for your striking looks. As the entertainment industry's top player, it's clear why you're so celebrated!" she complimented. Ov Ezra unexpectedly turned to face Rose head-on. "I wasn't referring to my face." Rose's brow creased in confusion. "It's Jonathan's face you're drawn to," Ezra stated, holding her gaze intently. Rose froze, her expression betraying her. Ezra noticed the brief flicker of guilt in her eyes.

"Poor Jonathan," he remarked.

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