The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Meanwhile, Jonathan found himself in an unexpected confrontation with Leila.

"Mr. Metzger," she greeted, her voice holding a weight that demanded respect. Jonathan, ever the gentleman, nodded in acknowledgment.

"I'm here to ask you to let my daughter go," she began, her words slicing through the silence like a sharp knife.

Jonathan's face drained of color. "Madam..."

"Saskia is my pride and joy. I've raised her since she was a babe in arms. She's not getting any younger; she can't afford to wait." Leila had not expected Jonathan to be so ineffectual. After all this time, he hadn't managed to make the Metzgers come around.

"You cannot give Saskia the life she deserves anymore." A flicker of contempt crossed Leila's eyes. "Can your month's pay even buy her a dress?"

Jonathan felt a flush of embarrassment scalding his cheeks. "Does Saskia think so too?"

"Saskia has been pining for you these days, but you can't give her the happiness she seeks." Leila's heart ached for her daughter. "Mr. Metzger, if you truly care for Saskia, you'll let her go."

Jonathan remained silent, his heart heavy.

After Leila left, Jonathan, in an unprecedented move, decided to take a day off and arranged a meeting with Saskia at the place where they first laid eyes on each other.

When Saskia arrived, her eyes were rimmed red, her cheek bearing the mark of a slap.

"Saskia, what happened?" Jonathan's concern was palpable as he saw the evidence of

violence on her delicate skin.

Saskia quickly covered her face, her voice choked with sobs. "It's nothing, I just bumped into something."

Lies.

Jonathan cradled her face gently, his heart breaking. “Did Leila do this to you?" Saskia broke down, tears cascading down her cheeks uncontrollably. "Jonathan, I truly care for you, but I can't defy my mother. I owe her everything; she adopted me."

Saskia's tears shattered Jonathan's resolve.

"I'm the one who should apologize, Saskia." He held her tenderly in his arms. Stripped of her usual luxury and wealth, Jonathan shed his veneer of pride. He smelled of the diner's kitchen, an aroma of grease and toil.

Saskia felt a wave of nausea. She covered her nose, sobbing bitterly. "Jonathan, I can only give you half a month, if.."

"That's enough, I'll convince my parents to agree to our marriage" Jonathan was elated, blind to the disgust hidden in Saskia's eyes. He dropped Saskia off at the Lynette estate, then took the public bus back to the Metzger residence.

Mrs. Metzger thought her son had come to his senses, only to be stunned as Jonathan knelt before her. "Mom, I want to marry Saskial Please bless us!"

Mrs. Metzger turned a ghastly shade of pale, her rage palpable as she flung a stack of papers at him. "You want to marry her? For Saskia, you've worn yourself ragged. Have you considered that during this time, Saskia has been nothing but a social butterfly? The whole circle knows of her dalliances."

Saskia was never the settle-down type.

Jonathan refused to believe it. "It's Leila, she's forcing her."

With Saskia's tearful plea, Jonathan was convinced of her innocence, his heart going out to her supposed helplessness.

Mrs. Metzger trembled with fury. "Get out!"

"Mom, if you don't agree, then I have no choice but to cut ties with the Metzger family!"

Mrs. Metzger scoffed. "You mean to be struck from the family records?"

Jonathan lowered his gaze, torn between his love for Saskia and his family.

"Yes."

The sound of a slap echoed.

"Jonathan, have you lost your mind?" Mrs. Metzger could never have imagined that her son, for whom she had endured months of labor, would turn out to be such a fool for love. Clenching her teeth, she was resolute. "For a woman, you'd forsake

your parents, even be struck from the family records?"

Jonathan endured the slap. "Either you agree to my marriage with m Saskia, or I'll have my name

removed..."

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Mrs. Metzger was unyielding. "Someone see to it that Jonathan is removed from

our records. Let him leave!"