Built His Empire Then Watched It Burn When He Cheated novel Chapter 583

Zacharias thought Jonathan was lying, but Anneliese's words made him nearly pass out with anger.

His face turned ashen.

"Anne, this isn't fair! Jonathan lied to you, too—how can you not care even a bit? Have you forgotten how cruelly your foster parents died? How tragic it was! You… ugh—"

Bang!

Before Zacharias could finish, Jonathan shot him a chilling glance.

The bodyguards stepped forward and shoved a torn cloth into Zacharias' mouth.

"Honey, don't listen to him barking. Let's hang up now and talk tonight?"

Jonathan's gaze toward Anneliese was already gentle, like still water.

Anneliese nodded and hung up first.

But she still couldn't fully relax, so before leaving, she sent Jonathan a WhatsApp message.

'Be careful, don't dirty your hands over unnecessary people.'

Seeing the message pop up, Jonathan's thin lips curved slightly.

My wife cares about me!

I really wanted to show Zacharias, but never mind—he wasn't worthy. Anneliese had never been a pawn for me to flaunt.

Jonathan turned off his phone and stood, stepping toward Zacharias, whose hands were bound behind him by two black-clad bodyguards.

The shadows seemed to darken as Jonathan approached.

Muffled, Zacharias could only struggle silently, his bloodshot eyes glaring coldly at Jonathan.

Jonathan smiled. "You've been too rude to Mr. Shaw. Let him go."

Only then did the two bodyguards release him and step aside.

Zacharias ripped the cloth from his mouth, ran to the coffee table, and vomited into the trash can.

After emptying his stomach, he took a tissue to wipe his face and turned around in anger.

Though furious, Zacharias realized he couldn't do anything. He left silently, enduring humiliation.

But Jonathan suddenly spoke, light and seemingly casual, yet sending a chill down Zacharias' spine. "Did I say you could leave?"

Over ten years ago, she was in her sixties or seventies. Anne and Zacharias called her Madam Stone, which is why Jonathan's use of her real name was confusing.

"What about her?"

Zacharias studied Jonathan, wary. Why mention such an irrelevant person now?

Jonathan's gaze turned slightly cold. "When my father-in-law died, the officials on-site, knowing my mother-in-law was about to give birth, deliberately withheld the news.

"Yet strangely, my mother-in-law received the news immediately and ran from home, falling down the stairs in labor, resulting in the death of both her and the child.

"Now, consider this, the person who informed my mother-in-law—do you think it was deliberate or accidental? If they deliberate, and they saw her fall without helping, wouldn't that make this person my grandmother's daughter's murderer?"

Zacharias' expression darkened as he listened.

He frowned. "Back then, the police and fire department leaders investigated—it was purely an accident. Why bring up Roretha now? Are you saying she's involved?"

Over the years, Jonathan had been investigating who spread the news. Progress had been slow, but recently, a clue had emerged—linked to Roretha.

Jonathan stared at Zacharias, catching every flicker of expression, and said with earth-shattering weight.

"Roretha claimed that half an hour before my mother-in-law's accident, she saw someone rush out of my mother-in-law's building in a panic. That person she said was your mother, Melody."