The room fell silent as they waited. Jonathan crossed his arms and told me to explain.
I stepped further into the living room and set the champagne bottle carefully on the table. “For three years, I have been the one paying off your business loan,” I said evenly.
Vanessa smirked and said they already knew because Jonathan had told her everything. I smiled politely and shook my head.
“Oh no, he definitely did not tell you everything,” I replied calmly.
Jonathan frowned and told me to stop being dramatic, clearly thinking I was creating unnecessary tension. I reached into my bag, pulled out a folder, and placed it on the coffee table.
Inside were the official loan documents he had signed when his company was on the verge of collapse. Patricia leaned forward slightly and asked what they were supposed to be looking at.
I opened the folder to the final page and pointed to a specific section. Jonathan glanced down with disinterest at first, but confusion quickly replaced it.
“What is it,” Vanessa asked, leaning over his shoulder.
I folded my arms and looked at him carefully. “Do you remember when the bank rejected your loan application back then,” I asked.
He said nothing, which told me everything. “So I stepped in and convinced them to approve it under certain conditions,” I continued.
William interrupted impatiently, saying they already knew I helped repay it. I nodded and tapped the page again.
