Honey, You're a Billionaire? novel Chapter 583

Jonathan's enigmatic smile left everyone uncertain of his intentions. Yet, upon reflection, it became evident that loyalty to the Finch family would naturally take precedence.

The atmosphere grew tense as all held their breath, sensing the escalating conflict between the two powerful families of Finch and Xanth. No one had anticipated witnessing such a showdown at what was meant to be a simple birthday celebration.

With Jonathan voicing the Finch family's stance, Eleanor's attempts to curry favor with the Xanth family were swiftly forgotten.

However, that same smile sent a chill down Cyrus and Lizzie's spines, making their hearts skip a beat.

Jonathan may have been a Finch, but he had never considered Lizzie one of his own, nor had he ever acknowledged her, so Cyrus couldn't understand why he would defend her now.

"Jonathan..." Cyrus began to speak.

However, before he could say more, Elijah's deep voice boomed over his. "I see no harm in writing a few words. Bring the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone!"

Clover sprang into action, his excitement palpable. A spectacle was about to unfold, and he couldn't be more thrilled.

Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, Elijah stepped forward as Cyrus and Lizzie quickly made way for him. He picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and began to write. Even from the first stroke, it was clear that his skill was far superior to Lizzie's.

Silence fell over the room.

Elijah was writing from the same Lindisfarne Gospels as before, but even the opening strokes far surpassed Lizzie's attempt. Even Eleanor, with her limited knowledge of calligraphy, could discern the stark contrast in ability.

The very crowd that had showered Lizzie with insincere praise earlier now regarded Elijah's extraordinary calligraphy with awe, admiring it in respectful silence.

Eleanor could barely keep her composure and instinctively glanced at Lizzie. The latter was initially surprised but soon felt a sense of shame and inadequacy.

The room remained quiet even after Elijah completed his rendition of the Lindisfarne Gospels.

Clover's chuckle broke the silence like a stone tossed into a tranquil lake. "So, Mrs. Finch, how does my uncle's calligraphy compare to yours?"

Feeling the heat rise to her face, Lizzie responded, "Mr. Xanth's skill in calligraphy is truly unparalleled. I humbly admit defeat."

"Oh? You're giving up so soon?" Clover teased, his laughter unrestrained as he turned to Cyrus, who had fiercely defended Lizzie earlier. "What about you, Mr. Cyrus? Are you convinced now?"

There was no way Cyrus would remain unconvinced when the difference was so stark. His face darkened as he glanced at Jonathan, realizing that the latter must have known about Elijah's calligraphy skills and deliberately set Lizzie up for embarrassment.

The more Cyrus dwelled on it, the grimmer his expression became. But it also firmed his resolve. With Jonathan's attitude toward Lizzie, it was time to clear up the misunderstandings that night, especially since Ezra was returning for the celebration.

Cyrus couldn't allow Jonathan to hold such hostility toward Lizzie any longer.

After he begrudgingly admitted defeat, the rest of the room burst into unanimous praise for Elijah's work, and the hall became a lively cacophony.

Rose too was astonished by Elijah's calligraphy. Her eyes sparkled with amazement, a glow that Elijah immediately noticed, filling him with pride.

"You..." Rose began, but Elijah couldn't hold back.

"Whenever I missed your mother, I'd practice my calligraphy and imagine her writing..." he said with a smile playing on his lips.