Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 129: Cecilia Quincy Is Tainted, I Want to Remarry You

Chapter 129: Chapter 129: Cecilia Quincy Is Tainted, I Want to Remarry You

Elara finished speaking and then laughed, somewhat self-deprecatingly, "I was really foolish to ask someone like you for a conscience. If you had a conscience, how would we have come to this point?"

"Mason, listen carefully, I’m not fragile, I’m very casual, what I eat, where I live, what car I drive, whether life is hard or comfortable, none of these are the most important to me. What I want is sincerity, mutual effort, respect and trust, understanding and tolerance. When I was with you, I never got these things, but when I’m with Zion, he gave me everything. Did you really think I married you for your money?"

Seeing the shock in Mason’s eyes, Elara laughed mockingly, "Did you really think that?"

Then she shrugged and said indifferently, "Think whatever you want, I’m telling you this just to let you know that in my heart, you’ve completely lost any chance of reconciliation, understand? I will not accept someone who has betrayed our marriage. Now that I understand what true love is like, I definitely won’t make the same mistake again. Mason, you’ve controlled me mentally long enough, I’m glad to divorce you, extremely glad."

After saying this to Mason, she no longer wasted time on him and turned to Zion, "Zion, take me away."

Zion responded with a simple "mm," bent down to lift her up horizontally, and walked out, pausing as he passed by Mason, giving him a cold look before walking away with long strides.

Mason stared at their backs, and angrily punched the wall!

His fingers instantly turned bright red!

He gritted his teeth, trying to swallow down the rage, but he just couldn’t!

He didn’t understand, he gave Elara the best of everything, except for when Cecilia returned, and he, in a moment of confusion, was drawn to Cecilia -- what did he do wrong then?

Even if he lost control momentarily and divorced her, got together with Cecilia, but hasn’t he realized by now that she’s better than Cecilia? He’s already turned back, what else does she want him to do?!

Just then, his phone rang, it was Special Assistant Wood calling, he answered irritably, "What’s the matter!"

Special Assistant Wood, trembling, said, "President Jacobs, that kid Jeff... has run away!"

Mason froze, "What? Wasn’t he being watched after being brought back? How did he escape?"

Special Assistant Wood cautiously responded, "He was watched, but one of the guards took a cigarette from him, and carelessly got tricked. Our people searched everywhere nearby but couldn’t find him. Do you want to inform your wife... Miss Hale?"

Last time, Jeff disappeared overseas without a trace, and President Jacobs had been tracking him since. Luckily, due to previous collaborations, they had a lot of Jeff’s personal information and eventually tracked him using a bank card he once used.

Unexpectedly, Jeff hadn’t given up on avenging his sister, and this time, he targeted Elara. When Special Assistant Wood rushed over to restrain him, he was in the midst of planning a crazy scheme, hiring an undocumented individual to crash into Miss Hale.

Fortunately, he brought Jeff back in time, preventing his plan from succeeding.

But unexpectedly, within just two days, Jeff ran away!

Special Assistant Wood was anxious when he called, afraid something bad would happen to Elara, and wanted President Jacobs’ next directive.

Upon hearing the news, Mason went from furious to slowly smiling, said expressionlessly, "Don’t worry about it."

Special Assistant Wood couldn’t believe it and after a moment of hesitation reminded, "President Jacobs, Jeff is ruthless, Miss Hale could be in great danger..."

Mason sneered, "It doesn’t matter, didn’t she think leaving me was lucky? Let her see just how lucky she is! When Jeff really makes a move on her, she’ll realize how important I am to her!"

He couldn’t wait to see Elara turn back and beg him!

Special Assistant Wood hesitated to speak, but ultimately just said, "Okay."

Zion drove Elara home, on the way he asked, "Did Mason say something excessively harsh while I wasn’t there earlier?"

Even when he carried her away, she was still trembling all over, showing just how deeply she was angered.

Elara looked out the window and responded with a simple "mm," "He said Cecilia is now filthy, the Jacobs cannot tolerate such a dirty woman, he said I’m cleaner than Cecilia, and he doesn’t mind what happened between us... as long as I agree to go back, he will immediately divorce Cecilia."

Zion’s fingers paused slightly on the steering wheel, even though he believed she wouldn’t go back, his heart still skipped a beat. He stole a glance at her unobtrusively, carefully choosing his words, "Is he crazy?"

Elara laughed, nodding, "Isn’t he just."

Her previously somewhat low spirit inexplicably lightened because of this sentence.

Zion’s phone rang, he glanced at it but didn’t pick up.

Soon they arrived home, he carried Elara back, Joanne’s room lights were already off, the house quiet, he softly placed Elara in his bedroom, sitting her on the bed, then took out some ointment, crouching down to apply it to her.

Elara was startled, quickly retracting her foot, uneasily saying, "No need, I can do it myself..."

Zion grasped her foot, focusing on the injured ankle, spoke softly, "Don’t move."

Elara, as if bewitched, actually stopped moving.

Zion squeezed out some ointment, gently massaging it onto her ankle, his roughened fingertips causing Elara to feel a tingle and warmth spreading from even the slightest touch...

Zion never once lifted his head throughout, so Elara didn’t see the nearly uncontrollable reverence and affection in his eyes.

He carefully applied the ointment three times, only lifting her leg onto the bed after fully massaging it in, his voice low and hoarse, "You should sleep, I’m going to make a call, work-related."

Elara nodded.

Zion covered her with a blanket before leaving.

Lying in bed, Elara felt the warmth was appropriate, yet she was unbearably hot, tossing and turning restlessly, her heart plagued with an impalpable itch.

She thought she might really be developing feelings for Zion.

What could she do about it?

She never considered herself particularly brave, not to mention Zion was gay.

This damned... how could she pursue this?

Besides, there was no need for doubt, Zion certainly couldn’t have feelings for her, he liked men, it was a barrier of gender.

But she couldn’t continue like this, Zion was too good, as long as she was around him, she couldn’t help but feel attracted, she’d only fall deeper and deeper...

She still needed to find an excuse to move out quickly, best to resolve this relationship altogether, draft a divorce agreement later, after all, they married for mutual needs, divorcing wouldn’t leave many unresolved issues.

Just the thought of being separated from him, even if it was only in the physical sense, made her feel a wave of sadness.

But there was nothing she could do about it; she had fallen for someone she could never be with, and withdrawing early was the wisest decision.

Elara silently calculated in her mind that once Joanne Carter got used to life here, she would rent an apartment near the company. At that time, she would check on her father’s situation, and if Yvette Sommers was still obstinate, she’d live with her father and Joanne Carter.

She earned enough to support an elderly person and a child, not to mention that she had several million in savings.

The future was promising. She had weathered countless storms, so a mere wrong relationship was surely something she could easily handle.

Elara’s mind drifted aimlessly, and she soon fell asleep.

Zion Fitzwilliam stood at the bedroom door, and only when he heard no movement inside did he turn and walk outside, finding the recent missed calls on his phone and dialing back.

Assistant Harris’s voice sounded, "President Fitzwilliam, there’s news about that report Miss Hale filed earlier."

Zion Fitzwilliam’s expression was cold, "Speak."

Assistant Harris said, "Those people were caught by the police and confessed without hesitation about slandering Miss Hale for payment. They revealed it was Rosalind Jacobs who orchestrated it, paying ten thousand per person to hang banners in front of Miss Hale’s company. The police were originally going to contact Miss Hale, but our lawyer stopped them and wanted to ask for your opinion."

"Rosalind Jacobs," Zion Fitzwilliam’s expression turned colder, a sharpness flashing in his eyes, "The Jacobs won’t settle down for a moment."

Assistant Harris asked, "Do you need me to arrange for someone to warn Rosalind Jacobs at her school?"

Currently, due to special reasons, President Fitzwilliam couldn’t directly act against the Jacobs, so he was quite restrained when dealing with their provocations and had to manage trouble for Miss Hale discreetly.

Rosalind Jacobs was still in university, already in her fourth year, with her thesis and internship as potential leverage if a warning was necessary.

Zion Fitzwilliam replied, "No need."

Assistant Harris was taken aback, "Are we just letting this matter go?"

This wasn’t typical of President Fitzwilliam at all.

President Fitzwilliam wouldn’t tolerate Miss Hale being wronged, would he?

"Let it go? No," Zion Fitzwilliam tugged at the corners of his mouth, his smile not reaching his eyes, his face cold, "Since that woman wants to find trouble, why not give her something entertaining to do? I heard the Jacobs are currently looking for a suitable marriage alliance for Rosalind?"

Assistant Harris hadn’t expected President Fitzwilliam to have heard about this and quickly replied, "Yes, that’s right. The Sommers Family and the Jacobs Family have reached a consensus. Haylie Sommers’s life was ruined, and Rosalind can’t remain uninvolved. As long as Rosalind takes responsibility, the Sommers Family and the Jacobs Family can continue their friendly relations. The Sommers Family’s condition is that Rosalind can only marry an ordinary person. Recently, Kylie Dalton has been stressing over Rosalind’s marriage, but they can’t choose among the elite families, and they look down on ordinary people, stuck as if on a hot pan."

Zion Fitzwilliam stated succinctly, "You handle it, find a suitable candidate for her."

Assistant Harris was surprised, "You mean..."

Zion Fitzwilliam smirked, one hand in his suit pants pocket, looking out at the neon lights outside the window, speaking slowly, "Find someone whose status is similar to the Jacobs, but whose private life and character are extremely poor."

If his status was similar to the Jacobs, Rosalind wouldn’t dare act recklessly. With a poor private life and character, Rosalind would gain nothing.

Assistant Harris shivered inexplicably; this was a blow that targeted both body and mind.

Once President Fitzwilliam facilitated such a marriage, the rest of Rosalind’s life would be essentially ruined.

And there had never been anything President Fitzwilliam set his mind to that he couldn’t achieve.

Assistant Harris certainly didn’t sympathize with Rosalind but felt grateful for the thousandth and first time that when he had submitted his resume, it wasn’t to another company.

Becoming an enemy of someone like President Fitzwilliam would be a lifelong nightmare.

After hanging up the phone, Zion Fitzwilliam stood by the window for a while, thinking of Elara inside the room and his own endless pursuit, and sighed somewhat, instinctively reaching for the cigarette box in his pocket.

Finding nothing, he remembered that he had promised her to quit smoking and had thrown all the cigarettes away.

He chuckled and no longer fixated on smoking, turning back to the room.

Because of her foot injury, Elara requested a week off from the company. Zion Fitzwilliam treated her like a porcelain doll, bringing her meals to the bed three times a day and hiring a short-term caregiver to assist with bathing and using the bathroom...

Elara found it somewhat amusing yet touching; it was just a minor sprain, but he made it seem like she was at death’s door.

In reality, she was able to get out of bed after three days, and the first thing she did was hasten the caregiver’s departure. The caregiver cost fifteen hundred a day; she wanted to transfer the money to Zion Fitzwilliam, but he refused, and she didn’t want him to feel she was a gold-digger with such an expensive daily expense.

On the fourth day of her foot injury, while working online in the room, Elara received a phone call from an unfamiliar number.

She was in the middle of emailing clients and assumed it was one of them calling, so she picked up casually, "Hello, this is Elara..."

"Elara! Where have you taken my son?" Before she could finish, a sharp female voice interrupted.

It was Zara Dalton’s mother calling.

Elara’s expression was a bit nuanced. Before Zara Dalton left, she and Esther Carter had anticipated this scenario, so she remained somewhat composed, "Ma’am, are you looking for Zara? He hasn’t been in contact with me these past few days."

"Don’t play dumb; my son usually hangs out with you two women every day. How could you not know where he went? Tell me, where exactly are you hiding him? Do you know how important he is to the Dalton Family now! If something goes wrong, even ten of you wouldn’t be enough to compensate!" Mrs. Dalton demanded aggressively.

Elara felt a bit helpless, "Ma’am, I really don’t know."

Zara Dalton had bought the ticket in cash, so with the Dalton Family’s resources, they shouldn’t be able to track personal information, meaning that as long as she and Esther Carter kept their mouths shut, the Dalton Family would never find Zara Dalton.

Zara had finally decided to be brave and strive once; as a good friend, she could not hold him back.

So, no matter how Mrs. Dalton questioned or reproached, Elara only had one response, "I really don’t know."

Mrs. Dalton angrily hung up the phone.

Elara felt slightly relieved; she had guessed correctly that Mrs. Dalton wasn’t truly certain Zara Dalton’s disappearance had anything to do with her and Esther Carter but was merely flailing about for clues.