The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart (Brittany and Isaac)
Chapter 952

"Mr. Metzger, what are you standing there for? Pick it up!" The man looked at him with disdain.

Wasn't Jonathan just riding on the coat-tails of the Metzger family to make it big? Without the Metzgers' backing, what was he worth?

Jonathan's face burned with humiliation. It took a moment, but he stepped forward and crouched down.

"Ah..."

His hand was cruelly stepped on, the shards piercing his skin, blood flowing freely.

Jonathan let out a pained gasp.

The man laughed wildly. "Oops, sorry, Mr. Metzger, my bad. I didn't see your hand there."

Jonathan knew it was intentional.

Before, he wouldn't have tolerated such insult. But now, without this job, he had nothing better.

He bore the pain, his voice hoarse. "It's my fault, I shouldn't have angered you."

The man paused.

Over the years, Jonathan had made plenty of enemies in the social circles, but with the Metzger family behind him, few dared to confront him! Now, in his downfall, there were plenty who wanted to step on him. But seeing Jonathan so humbled didn't bring the satisfaction he had expected.

Jonathan, neither cringing nor arrogant, showed no sign of humiliation.

The man found it dull, let go of Jonathan's hand, and threw a wad of bills at him. "Take the money and get out!" Jonathan quickly scanned the cash; it was several thousand, at least. It could keep him fed for a long time.

Ignoring the blood on his hands, he picked up the bills one by one.

The room fell silent.

The man who had humiliated Jonathan was seething with frustration.

The sound of high heels clicking on the floor approached. When the man saw her, his face twitched with fear.

Jonathan continued picking up the money until the last bill was stepped on. He reached out, gently nudging. "Excuse me, could you move your foot, please?"

"Jonathan." Ophelia couldn't believe that within a few days, Jonathan had fallen this low.

Jonathan's grip on the money tightened.

The next second, Ophelia pulled him up. "Take Mr. Metzger to the hospital."

The secretary escorted Jonathan out.

"Ms. Joyner, what brings you here?" The man's tone was now submissive.

"Jonathan may have had a falling out with the Metzger family, but he's still their only son. Aren't you afraid they might come after you for bullying him like this?" Ophelia despised their bullying tactics. The man, remembering Mrs. Metzger's reach, was struck with fear. "Ms. Joyner, we were just... joking with Mr. Metzger..."

Ophelia snorted. "Consider whatever foot stepped on him, broken."

The man's face turned pale. "Ophelia!"

"Unwilling?" Ophelia's eyes turned cold. "Then I might just have to call your father."

The man shook, then with a roar of anger, he commanded, "What are you waiting for? Do it!"

A metal rod came crashing down, and screams echoed through the room.

Ophelia left, satisfied.

The man lay on the ground, fists clenched with rage!

A woman feeling triumphant?

He would make Ophelia pay, sooner or later!

Jonathan was badly injured.

Ophelia didn't visit the hospital; she just had her secretary cover the bills. She had the surveillance footage from the booth sent directly to Mrs. Metzger.

Seeing her son so mistreated, Mrs. Metzger was furious and rushed to the hospital that night.

Jonathan had initially been allocated a VIP room by the secretary but refused. He insisted on staying in a regular six-bed ward.

Touched by Ophelia's help but wanting no further charity, he turned down the offer to have a nurse hired for him and sent her secretary away.