Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Chapter 352 Self-harm "Rose!" Jonathan's voice quivered uncontrollably.

Nixon deliberately increased the call volume, making sure that Jonathan could hear Rose's voice clearly.

Nixon detected Jonathan's unease at the mention of Rose. He cast a glance at her, devoid of any emotion.

At this moment, Rose slouched against the bulkhead, her gaze distant. The wound on her head, inflicted earlier when she resisted Nixon, continued to bleed.

Initially feeling feeble, Rose was now slipping into unconsciousness.

Despite the drowsiness overwhelming her, Rose managed to hear Jonathan's voice. In a hazy state, she mumbled, "Hubby..." Rose hovered on the edge of passing out, with even Nixon's silhouette before her beginning to sway and her surroundings blurring.

But Rose knew that she couldn't afford to pass out. If she did, Nixon would have his way with her.

In her foggy state, Rose pinched her thigh, attempting to stay alert through the pain.

"Rose..." Jonathan's heart clenched when all he could hear was silence from the cabin. He attempted to elicit a response from Rose, but all he encountered was an unsettling and eerie quiet. Jonathan's grip on his phone tightened gradually.

Jonathan was left with nothing but the sound of Nixon's breath on the other end of the line. The former warned through clenched teeth, "Nixon, do you comprehend the consequences if you hurt Rose? If I were in your shoes, I'd think twice about using her for revenge, or else..." Even through the phone call, Nixon unmistakably sensed Jonathan's threat. At that moment, Jonathan seemed like an apex predator, evoking instinctive awe and fear from Nixon.

Nixon trembled at first, but soon, all the awe and fear in his heart were replaced by madness. Nixon said with a cunning smirk, "You do love her, don't you?" Jonathan frowned.

Nixon continued, "What did she do to make you cherish her so much? You received the ring, didn't you? "That ring was priceless, yet you're willing to give it away. Haha! Even the Finch family claimed you were cold and heartless, incapable of understanding love. Have you truly fallen in love with Rose?" As Nixon spoke, he cast a glance at Rose, assured that she remained dazed, incapable of hearing his words. Thus, he didn't hesitate to expose Jonathan's feelings for her.

The tenor of Jonathan's breath hinted at an imminent threat. He was angry and very much afraid.

It was precisely Nixon's goal to see Jonathan in such an angry and terrified state.

Nixon's eyes gleamed with increasing mad. "Falling in love is a delightful thing, Uncle Jonathan. When you fall in love, she becomes your vulnerability. Having the formidable Jonathan's vulnerability in my control feels absolutely satisfying! Haha..." Laughter echoed in the cabin.

Rose struggled to hear what Nixon was saying. Despite her efforts, she could only maintain consciousness. His words were all a blur.

His laughter, however, sent a shiver down her spine.

Jonathan's expression darkened steadily. He had countless ways to make Nixon suffer for his words and actions. Yet, with Rose in Nixon's clutches, Jonathan refrained from acting recklessly. Nixon wasn't wrong. Jonathan had developed feelings for Rose, making her his weakness and a target.

Once confident in protecting Rose, Jonathan now realized he had overlooked many vulnerabilities. If someone like Nixon could endanger Rose, what about the other threats from the Finch family? Those individuals were the true dangers.

Jonathan's flawless face remained calm. The air seemed to retain only the echoes of Nixon's laughter.

Abruptly, the laughter ceased, replaced by Nixon's shocked exclamation, "Oh my... Rose! How did you... How could you hurt yourself like that?" Jonathan's heart sank, and he quickly questioned, "What happened to her?" Nixon offered no reply.

Gazing down, Nixon discovered that Rose had managed to find a piece of metal. Its sharp edge had pierced her thigh, blood seeping out. Strangely, she appeared impervious to the pain.

The crimson hue intensified the madness in Nixon's eyes. "Silly woman, I'll be heartbroken if you hurt yourself like this." Although he claimed to be heartbroken, his excitement betrayed him.

The pain jolted Rose back to awareness. The moment she caught the utterance of "heartbroken", an overwhelming sense of disgust immediately surged within her.

"Rose..." Jonathan urgently called over the phone, but Nixon had somehow muted the speakerphone, rendering Rose unable to hear his voice.

Yet, she knew it was Jonathan on the other end.

Suddenly, Nixon walked over and crouched next to her.

The disgust in her eyes was evident, but Nixon paid no attention. Instead, he deliberately drew closer, even extending his hand to touch the wound on her leg.

Excitement gleamed in his eyes, yet his words remained seemingly tender. "Look at all this blood. What should we do? Does it hurt? Look at you, sweating from the pain. It must be very painful. But it's okay. I'll make you forget the pain..." Nixon paused. His gaze darkened momentarily before a malevolent glint appeared.

"Rose, you've been with Uncle Jonathan for so long. It's tforto have a taste of that 'stray cat'!" Nixon's intentions were clear. He recalled the "stray cat" Jonathan had mentioned that night at the Lane residence.

Both Rose and Jonathan grasped his intentions.

Jonathan vehemently roared, "Nixon, I'm warning you, leave her alone!" Madness had consumed Nixon. Why would he care about his warnings? The more he warned, the more it would fuel Nixon's madness.

Jonathan was aware of that. Fearing Nixon might harm Rose, he pleaded desperately, "Nixon, you've got it wrong."

Almost in an instant, Jonathan seemed like a different person, His voice beccalm to the point of indifference. He even started laughing. Nixon frowned. His attention instantly shifted from Rose to Jonathan. "Nixon, it's entertaining to see you going so mad over revenge." Nixon's expression wavered slightly. "What do you mean?"

Their roles appeared to reverse. Jonathan now seemed to be in m control "What do I mean? Aquastead is just too dull, so let's spice things up a bit." Nixon narrowed his eyes. "What exactly do you mean?" "Don't you understand? Do you think I wouldn't know that you escaped from the psychiatric hospital?"

Jonathan's lightly mocking tone suggested he held the reins. It appeared as if he were merely m playing along to amplify the intrigue for Nixon, who seemed to be just another pawn in his game. Nixon's mind went blank for a moment before it began to race. X