Chapter 76

He wanted to find a more suitable opportunity to tell her.

However, what happened now… was probably the worst way.

He thought, I was careless not to notice that she was standing behind me, but I didn’t mention my identity in my conversation with Alan. However, Rosalie did mention my name.

In other words, Rosalie has already known my identity before seeing me. Who has told her?”

Jonathan suddenly opened his eyes and said to Carlos, “Check Rosie’s phone and see who has spoken to her on the phone recently!”

“Yes,” Carlos answered immediately.

Carlos got the results shortly after. He reported, “Mr. Youngblood, Ms. Leighton’s last call today was at 6:35 p.m., and the owner of the phone number is Lillian Quinn.”

“Lillian Quinn…” Jonathan thought as he narrowed his eyes slightly. He remembered the woman to be Rosalie’s best friend.

“Find out who Lillian has met today!”

“Yes,” Carlos answered.

The car arrived at the entrance of the hospital where Leonard was staying Jonathan and Carlos got out of the car. When they arrived at the ward door. Jonathan looked at the bodyguard and asked, “Has Mr. Youngblood gone to bed?”

“Not yet,” the bodyguard replied respectfully.

Jonathan ordered Carlos, “Wait outside.” He pushed open the ward door and walked in after saying that.

Leonard sat on the hospital bed, flipping through a photo album.

Jonathan recognized the photo album, filled with pictures of his father from childhood to adulthood.

Despite Leonard’s frequent complaints about his father’s incompetence, the same father had once been Leonard’s source of pride and the person he valued the most.

“As for me…” Jonathan sneered as he thought of it. Leonard probably wanted to get rid of the blood and genes Jonathan inherited from his “Ther.

Since childhood, Leonard had been particularly repelled by his own eyes due to their striking resemblance to his mother’s. During that time, there was a phase when Leonard wouldn’t even allow Jonathan to gaze at him, as the similarity of those eyes to their mother’s disgusted him.

Jonathan pulled a chair over and sat in front of Leonard without saying anything. He just looked at Leonard quietly, and neither of them said anything.

Finally, when Leonard finished looking through the photo album in his hand, he looked up at Jonathan sitting before him. Jonathan sat in a relaxed manner, exuding an air of elegance even in his casual pose: With his handsome looks, decisive demeanor, and keen astuteness, he had significantly propelled the growth of Youngblood Group after taking over. Leonard knew his grandson was more outstanding than his own son. However, the mere thought of Jonathan’s mother’s blood flowing within Jonathan’s veins disgusted him.

However, Jonathan was the only bloodline left by his son.

“I’ve checked. The woman’s name is Rosalie Leighton. She used to be Zachary Xanthos’ girlfriend. And she killed Melanie Hamilton in a car accident three years ago, right?” Leonard said coldly.

“Yes,” Jonathan replied with a slight smile.

“She’s an ex-convict and currently works as a sanitary worker. Are you planning to be with her and put the Youngblood -family in the headlines?*

“So what if I am? I can make her comparable with any socialite in the city!” Jonathan exclaimed.

“Don’t forget how your father died!” Leonard said through gritted teeth.

Jonathan’s eyes darkened. “I haven’t forgotten that. It doesn’t mean I’m willing to surrender my life to her, even if I choose to be with her. I’m not my father. I won’t die for a woman, let alone allow myself to be controlled by one.

He had always been the one in control.

Leonard snorted coldly and said, “Did you come here just to say that?”

Jonathan replied, “No. I want you to leave her alone.”

10:071 Leonard narrowed his eyes and said with a stern expression, “What’s that supposed to mean? Are you threatening your grandfather? Am I less important than a woman?”

“Grandpa, I’m just telling you. It’s not a threat.”

Jonathan chuckled and said. “I’m telling you. Don’t touch her. No matter what happens between me and her, don’t touch her. Of course, I don’t know how I will react if you touch her. Why don’t you give it a try?”

Leonard’s face changed slightly. He was scared for a moment.

Jonathan was the heir he had raised. He grew up just as he had expected and even better. However, he had also become increasingly out of control.

“What do you like about Rosalie? Leonard could not help but ask. There were so many socialites in Strico. Many were beautiful, intelligent, talented, and came from innocent family backgrounds. Yet, amidst all these options. Jonathan was drawn to a woman with a prior prison record.

“Maybe because she’s too gullible,” Jonathan murmured.

She was gullible enough to take him back to her rental home and treat a stranger so wholeheartedly.

She was so naive that he felt sorry for her.

This woman had been imprisoned for three years and had not learned her lesson.

However, this woman also said his eyes were beautiful and clear. There was no disgust like his grandfather or fascination like other women. All she had was appreciation and protection.

She said she wanted to protect the clarity in his eyes.

She had no idea that no one had ever described his eyes as clear. Many people perceived him as an executioner who would do whatever it took to achieve his goal.

How could someone like him have clear eyes?

“Okay, Grandpa. I’ll stop disturbing you.” Jonathan smiled and left the ward.

Leonard looked at the open and closed ward door with a complicated expression. He looked as if he was lost in thought. When Jonathan returned to Rosalie’s ward, she had already fallen asleep. He walked to the bedside and didn’t turn on the light. Instead, he looked at her sleeping face in the moonlight through the window.

Tear stains were evident on her face. He gently raised his hand and caressed her cheek.

He thought, ‘Did she cry after I left?

How many tears did she shed? She’s never been one to cry easily. She’s so quiet, almost submissive, whenever she faces me. Yet, she sheds tears in secret.

What was she crying about? Did she cry because I lied to her? Or did she cry because I’m Jonathan Youngblood? Or maybe…”. Jonathan murmured, “Rosie… Since you’ve made me fall in love with you, you should stay by my side, shouldn’t you?”