Chapter: 1887

Bethany's expression was conflicted. She sighed deeply after a moment of hesitation. “Jonathan, don't you think that with all this drama we're stirring up, with the media speculating about your condition, when you finally fake your death, they're going to report it too? But won't it seem like we were playing tricks on them?"

She wasn't wrong. Reporters were quick to turn, and their sharp tongues wouldn't make things easy.

This could bring bad press to Bates Group.

Jonathan smiled at her concern, his expression soft. He cupped her chin gently, tilting her face so their eyes met. "Do you care about me that much?"

"I'm just pointing out the obvious."