Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 120: With Me Here, Things Will Get Better

Chapter 120: Chapter 120: With Me Here, Things Will Get Better

Zara Dalton’s happiness over the phone was infectious to Elara. Elara didn’t know that Zara was already certain that Zion Fitzwilliam would help him, which made him so happy. She thought he was striving to break away from the Dalton Family’s control on his own and felt happy for him, "Shall I tell Zion then?"

Zara quickly replied, "Yes, please tell him right now, immediately, inform him that I am extremely, immensely grateful, and in the future..."

He clicked his tongue, "Well, in the future, I will also do everything I can to help him, just convey my exact words to him."

Elara nodded in agreement. Zion Fitzwilliam helped him, and when Zara succeeds, he should help Zion Fitzwilliam; she didn’t think further than that.

After hanging up, she relayed Zara’s words verbatim to Zion Fitzwilliam. With a trace of a smile at the corners of his mouth, he looked deep into her eyes, "Hmm."

Elara contemplated and said, "Why don’t we wait until things are settled on his end, and I can have him treat you to a meal?"

She felt a bit embarrassed, as she casually mentioned it, not expecting him to actually be able to help, and he chose to help her without hesitation. She was used to life being full of regrets, solitude was a constant in life, but it seemed after meeting him... he helped her avoid one regret after another.

This feeling was indescribable, just that in comparison, her feelings for Mason Jacobs and the ships she followed when she was young seemed incredibly superficial.

He provided her with a heavy yet solid life experience.

Elara quietly suppressed the ripple in her heart, smiling at Zion Fitzwilliam, "Sometimes I think you’re like Doraemon."

This was, of course, a joke. Doraemon could have anything, while Zion Fitzwilliam was just an ordinary person, and no matter how much he could help, there were limits.

Unexpectedly, after hearing Elara’s words, Zion Fitzwilliam smiled meaningfully and said, "Wait for me a moment."

He turned and went into the bedroom.

After a while, he came out with a business card, handed it to her with a smile, "If you see this, won’t you think I’ve turned into a god?"

Elara took it with confusion, seeing the name and phone number on the card, neither of which she recognized, but looking at the titles, "Head of International Medical Organization," "Lead of International Orthopedic Association," "Renowned Neurosurgeon," a seemingly incredible guess emerged in her mind.

But she couldn’t believe it and looked at him cautiously, "This is..."

Zion Fitzwilliam remained calm, "After visiting uncle last time, I asked someone to help find doctors specialized in paralysis treatment. Later, a friend recommended this person to me. He is world-famous in neurology and orthopedics, treating several cases like uncle’s, so I thought, why not give it a try, maybe it could work?"

Elara was shocked looking at him.

Such a top-notch name in international medicine, even someone like him, impossible to easily contact, not even with the Dalton Family. Some existences in this world inherently carry barriers, for ordinary people, seeking a big-name doctor isn’t just about money.

Or rather, money and connections are both indispensable.

Yet Zion Fitzwilliam is just an ordinary person, how did he get the contact of such a giant in the medical field? Could it be that he’s also selling insurance to hospitals?

For the first time, she began to doubt his identity, was he really just an ordinary person?

"Does your family... have a background in this area?" Elara probed cautiously.

Zion Fitzwilliam had long known that finding a doctor for her father would certainly raise her suspicions, other matters could be smoothed over, but the doctor’s identity was too significant, not something his social level could reach.

But he had already prepared his explanation, "Remember Felix Ford? He attended an international medical forum last month and happened to encounter Dr. Chambers. Dr. Chambers admired him and gave him the contact information. Dr. Chambers is currently at Northgarde Hospital for work guidance, and after I heard about this, I asked Felix to inquire. Unexpectedly, he agreed."

Elara found it unbelievable, "He just simply agreed?"

This was a medical giant, would he easily give face to a stranger like that?

Zion Fitzwilliam coughed, maintaining his calm expression, "Doctors are compassionate."

Elara thought for a moment, indeed, every doctor carries the heart to heal and save lives, perhaps this giant is also a kind person like Zion Fitzwilliam.

With that in mind, she didn’t dwell on it any longer, sincerely thanking him, "Thank you, Zion."

She only brought Zion Fitzwilliam back to handle familial matters, not expecting him to care about her father’s leg, nor to put effort into using his connections to find such an exceptional doctor for her.

When her father first became disabled, she sought many doctors, all over Northgarde, Seacliff, Atheria, meeting all the top ones, but the results were all invariably hopeless.

Back then, Mason also helped her a lot; without Mason’s arrangements, most of those doctors wouldn’t have even met her.

So, she gave up on the fantasy of a cure, and for the past two years, she had resigned herself to fate.

Yet still, she was grateful for Zion Fitzwilliam’s help. Although it was just a contact, not guaranteed to bring the doctor over, Zion Fitzwilliam’s kindness made her deeply moved.

However, she didn’t expect Zion Fitzwilliam’s next words, "Dr. Chambers will stay in Northgarde for only a week, with four days in the hospital for work guidance. I’ve arranged a consultation for your father this Saturday, can you ask him if it’s convenient?"

Elara, who had been relatively calm, couldn’t help but tear up at these words, "You’re saying, you’ve already arranged..."

Zion Fitzwilliam nodded, seeing her reddened eyes, he quickly handed her a soft tissue, "Felix asked on my behalf, and Dr. Chambers agreed to reserve half a day this Saturday..."

Before he could finish, Elara was already crying, and his usually steady voice was tinged with helpless panic, "Don’t cry... what’s wrong... is the timing not right? If it’s inconvenient, we can schedule another time, don’t cry..."

Helplessly, he wiped her tears, feeling a pain stabbing his heart. He vowed since finding her upon returning to the country, never to let her cry again. Those who made her cry before, he would help her settle the score, but never did he imagine, the one making her cry now would be himself...

While he was reviewing where he fell short, Elara suddenly embraced him, buried her face in his shoulder, and began sobbing uncontrollably.

She cried so intensely that Zion Fitzwilliam didn’t know what to do. The woman’s petite frame collapsed in his arms, he raised his hand behind her, hesitated in mid-air for a while, unable to resist gently placing it on her back.

She was so fragile, crying into his chest like a tearful doll; Zion Fitzwilliam panicked, unable to do anything but pat her back gently, soothing her over and over, "Don’t cry, it’s okay, it’s okay, I’m here..."

Elara cried for a long time and felt overly sentimental afterwards. She had never been treated so sincerely, especially after that previous marriage, the warmth Zion Fitzwilliam offered was particularly moving.

The reason she couldn’t hold back was actually due to his words about arranging the consultation for her father on Saturday, and asking if it was convenient for him.

She remembered the year she got married, she used her status as the young mistress of the Jacobs Family to look for renowned doctors in every way possible. But at that time, Mason Jacobs wouldn’t give her money, and Kylie Dalton was constantly mocking her with harsh words. She lived in a crevice, humbled and pitiful, because of the initial touch she felt for Mason Jacobs.

Looking back now, all that pain was self-inflicted, and there was nothing to feel sorry for. But she had already grown a tough armor and met Zion Fitzwilliam, who treated her so well.

She, in fact, didn’t know what to do.

Zion Fitzwilliam saw that she finally calmed down, helped her to a chair, wiped her tears, and gently asked, "What’s the matter?"

Elara Hale didn’t feel embarrassed when she was crying, but felt so after she stopped, her ears reddening slightly, "It’s nothing, I just feel so moved."

Zion Fitzwilliam was taken aback, "This is just what I should do. This little matter is just... just asking a few more questions, it’s not even troublesome. You don’t need to feel burdened."

He was heartbroken, initially thinking he had offended her to make her cry like this, not expecting that such a trivial matter would move her. What kind of life had she lived before?

How had she endured those long three years after her parents’ accident, living so cautiously? How much coldness did she face, and how many difficulties did she encounter?

Thinking of this made his heart feel like it was clogged, suffocating and faintly aching.

Elara Hale didn’t speak, and Zion Fitzwilliam bravely pulled her into a hug, comforting her, "It’s okay, those things are in the past. In the future, with me by your side, everything will get better."

These words made Elara Hale’s heart quiver slightly.

She was sitting, he was standing, the two embracing, her head just resting against his waist. The man carried a clean scent that put her at ease, his arms were strong, and his chest broad, giving a boundless sense of security.

His words, if said by a man to a woman, would be the most beautiful and sweetest words in the world.

But she knew in her heart that he was helping and comforting her out of kindness and friendship, without any other intentions.

It was she who harbored ulterior motives for this friendship.

It was like being doused with a bucket of cold water, Elara Hale quickly regained her composure, gently pushed him away, and stepped back a bit, gratefully saying, "No matter what, I must thank you for helping my dad find a doctor, Zion. I won’t say more, your help is something I’ll always remember, your great kindness will never be forgotten. In the future, if you need me for anything, I’d climb mountains of swords or cross seas of fire without hesitation."

Zion Fitzwilliam hadn’t had the chance to miss the softness that suddenly left his embrace, but was stunned by her words. Being in a high position for so long, he rarely found himself at such a loss, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

After half a year’s effort, all he got in return was her gratitude...

What would he want her to climb mountains of swords or cross seas of fire for? What he wanted was her...

An endless whirl of thoughts transformed into a helpless sigh, and he could only comfort himself, saying the road is long, but if you walk, you will reach.

Keep going, anyway she can’t escape, it just takes a few more years to slowly win her over...

He could wait.

Both were filled with thoughts but a bit nervous, after a while, Elara Hale said, "Then I’ll go call my dad first."

Zion Fitzwilliam glanced at the time and suggested, "Why don’t we go there now?"

It was only six o’clock, so it was appropriate to visit.

Elara Hale agreed, initially planning to take Joanne Carter along, but unexpectedly Joanne refused, sensibly saying, "Aunt Hale, I’ll stay home and do my homework."

Knowing how hard she worked, Elara Hale didn’t insist, instead reminding her to cook some noodles if she got hungry, before heading out with Zion Fitzwilliam.

They drove to David Hales’ place, and after parking, Zion Fitzwilliam magically brought out a bunch of gifts from the trunk, leaving Elara Hale stunned, "You..."

Zion Fitzwilliam explained, "Didn’t I get my salary yesterday? The company gave some extra benefits, which I don’t need, so I brought them for Uncle."

"You could also take them to Grandma Fitzwilliam," Elara Hale reproached, "Grandma Fitzwilliam dotes on you so much, you should think of her too."

Zion Fitzwilliam touched his nose, obediently responding, "I know, I left another set for Grandma."

Only then did Elara Hale feel assured, helping him carry the gift boxes upstairs.

A few neighborhood aunties were chatting downstairs, and upon seeing Elara Hale return with a man and gifts, they revealed meaningful smiles, enthusiastically asking, "Elara, is this your son-in-law?"

Since hearing their gossip behind her back last time, Elara Hale felt no affection for them, responding with a smile before heading upstairs with Zion Fitzwilliam.

Those aunties glanced at Zion Fitzwilliam, then at his car, chattering, "This man is quite handsome, but the car’s not much compared to that big boss named Zhou."

"Well, of course, she’s remarried, and even thrown out. Who knows if she has some hidden illness, what kind of good man could she catch?"

"I see this man is so good-looking, who knows what he does for a living. You never know, some men are kept or sell themselves!"

"Oh my! It’s like a knife cutting open one’s eye."

Elara Hale knew nothing of this discussion, and even if she did, she would just laugh it off.

These irrelevant people weren’t worth her anger, why bother.

Upon knocking on the door, she found Yvette Sommers, David Hales, and Aidan Sommers having dinner. Seeing Elara Hale and Zion Fitzwilliam return, David Hales was delighted, immediately saying, "Yvette, get two more place settings, let them join us for dinner."

Yvette Sommers, not pleased, retorted, "Did you cook it? What’s the fuss? They might have eaten already, no need for your fake enthusiasm!"

Aidan Sommers stood up silently, went to the kitchen to get two sets of dishes, then dragged over a chair, glancing at Elara Hale but not calling her sister, simply saying, "Have a seat."

Betrayed by her own son, Yvette Sommers was furious, giving Elara Hale a look, "What are you standing there for? Didn’t you see Aidan set it up for you? You want me to wait on you personally?"

Elara Hale was used to her attitude. Since her father married Yvette Sommers, every return home felt like she was an outsider, and Yvette Sommers would never bother preparing a meal for her.