When His Perfect Mask Shattered I Awoke (Anneliese) novel Chapter 559

Jonathan interrupted Nishay before she could finish. "Even if she feels the same about me, you'd still interfere and split us apart?"

Nishay opened her eyes, steady and unwavering. "You two aren't suited for each other. I want you to be the one to end things with Anne."

Anneliese had spent many years with Zacharias, and it had been less than six months since their divorce.

Her relationship with Jonathan was still very new, and it couldn't have developed into something serious yet.

To Nishay, Jonathan appeared to be exploiting Anneliese's vulnerability, using charm to manipulate her naive granddaughter.

Anneliese carried pride, yet her heart remained tender. Should Jonathan be the one to end things, she would mourn only for a short while before moving forward.

She had done the same with Zacharias—her love had been deep, but she had eventually healed and moved on.

The pair simply didn't fit together. There were plenty of other suitable men in the world, and breaking up now would allow space for the right person to appear in the future.

Besides, Anneliese had just been crying in the elevator, her eyes red from tears. Clearly, tension already existed.

Although the problems could still be fixed, Nishay had decided she would intervene.

As Nishay calculated her next move, Jonathan's voice cut through the tension, low and unwavering, each word deliberate.

"I won't break up with her. If I'm lucky enough to have her, I intend to do it for life."

Nishay's glare sharpened, her anger flaring. "And you think you deserve her? If not for you, she wouldn't have lost her parents! You're guilty. Why should my granddaughter bear the cost of your mistakes!"

Jonathan's tone deepened, controlled but firm. "Ms. Morris, I can distinguish guilt from love. I love her."

Nishay hadn't anticipated such raw honesty. His clear, deliberate confession shook her briefly.

Her jaw tightened, the loose skin at her cheeks trembling. After a long moment, it was as if all her energy drained; she sank back into the pillows, breathing heavily.

"I don't believe you. Get out!"

Jonathan had never expected immediate trust or acceptance.

He also feared pushing the elderly woman too far; if she reacted badly, he'd lose even a small chance with Anneliese.

He nodded, helping Nishay sit up slightly, removing the throw pillow so she could recline comfortably, and said, "There's time. I'll prove it. Rest now."

Nishay ignored him, her eyelids unmoving.

Jonathan still found a hot-water bottle, quickly warmed it, and tucked it near the quilt to soothe the IV line before leaving.

As he opened the door, Anneliese was there, clearly trying to eavesdrop.

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