Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 106: Love-Struck Man, Broken

After a moment, Zion Fitzwilliam withdrew his hand and explained, "A strand of hair."

Elara breathed a sigh of relief, using a smile to cover her embarrassment, "Thank you."

She had gone crazy just now, lost in thought about Zion, even though he was gay, the same gender, a sister, after all!

Getting caught up in fantasies about someone of the same gender was absolutely insane. Could it be that she was essentially a lesbian, and she just hadn’t realized it?

Goosebumps rose on Elara’s back, and she shivered with disgust, shaking off this terrifying thought.

Zion watched her series of perplexing actions, feeling puzzled, and asked, "What’s wrong?"

Elara quickly shook her head, "Nothing."

Zion knew she was lying—for nothing to be wrong, why would her face suddenly look so awful?

But since she was unwilling to speak, he didn’t press further. He just silently reminded himself to care for her more over the next few days to prevent anything truly uncontrollable from happening.

The five-red soup was soon ready. Zion Fitzwilliam served it up, and the two of them each took a bowl, sitting on dining chairs to sip the soup.

Elara took a sip, the taste was fragrant and sweet. She couldn’t help but give Zion a thumbs up, "Sister, you’re amazing."

This five-red soup was something she hadn’t tried before, but she had sneaked a look on Baidu earlier, learning that it’s supposed to nourish energy and blood, made from five red ingredients, one of which was brown sugar.

She detested the taste of brown sugar and had been worried she wouldn’t be able to drink it, wasting his kind intentions. But unexpectedly, it was only fragrant without the taste of brown sugar.

When Zion heard her words, a mouthful of soup choked in his throat, and he began to cough, "Cough cough... cough cough cough..."

What did she just call him?

Sister??

Sister!!!!!!!

When did he become her sister??

He, a dignified man, couldn’t be any straighter, had compromised his integrity by pretending to be gay to be close to the one he liked. After succeeding in a series of challenges like marriage, cohabitation, and gradually getting closer emotionally, he ended up being called her sister?

Is there anything more frustrating than this in the world?

Zion Fitzwilliam was truly upset, not even knowing what to be mad at—acting gay was his own scheme, and using this method to lower her guard was his own choice. Could he really get angry at her? He couldn’t bear it, and it wasn’t her fault.

But she called him sister!

Should he be mad at himself? But without this method, he wouldn’t have been able to get close to her, let alone capture her heart.

But she called him sister!

At this moment, a dark-hearted yet innocent love-struck man internally shattered.

Elara didn’t understand, seeing him cough badly, so she stood up to pat his back, reminding him, "Be focused when drinking soup, be careful, choking is no small matter, if it gets serious, you might need to go to the hospital."

Her usual concern warmed his heart, but thinking of her calling him sister...

Better not to have such concern.

Zion remained silent for a long time, finally letting out a deep sigh: Let it be.

After a while, he sighed softly again, let it be.

Not sure whether he was comforting himself or trying to persuade someone else.

Elara noticed his varied expressions, feeling somewhat worried, "Zion, are you okay?"

Did she really jinx him, and he got choked?

Zion snapped out of his thoughts, shook his head, appearing steady, still speaking softly, smiling at her, "I’m fine."

Only then did Elara relax. While drinking her soup, her phone rang. She glanced at it; it was an unknown caller.

She answered it, "Hello?"

A familiar voice on the other end said, tinged with a hint of pleading, "Sister Elara, it’s Joanne Carter. I wanted to discuss something with you; can you help me with adoption procedures and sponsor my education? When I grow up, I’ll repay all the money with interest."

Elara was taken aback, not expecting Joanne hadn’t given up. She paused before saying, "The orphanage also provides support; at the very least, you can finish compulsory education. If you study hard, you can also strive for scholarships for high school and college."

"It’s different." Joanne’s voice was a bit saddened, "The elementary school in the village doesn’t even have proper teachers; it’s taught by literate elders, and a book, once tattered, is just those same bits of knowledge. I can’t rely on this education to find a way out; I might not even be able to pass the high school entrance exam."

She choked up a bit but strongly held back, as if afraid of being despised, hurriedly adding, "Sister, I really have no other choice. I want to get out; I can’t spend my whole life stuck in the mountains, getting married when I’m of age, having kids, getting beaten by a man, living as a beast of burden my whole life. I won’t trouble you; just help me go to the city for schooling, just sponsor my tuition, I can cover my living expenses and accommodation by working, I will definitely work hard!"

Elara didn’t speak for a moment.

Honestly, she admired a child like Joanne, resilient, brave, tenacious, seemingly never accepting defeat. Faced with the injustice of fate, she can seize every opportunity to climb upwards, and such spirit touched her deeply.

But on the other hand, Jasmine’s previous issues were still a precedent, and for a personality like Joanne, she feared that once success was achieved, she might even turn around and stab her. Because wanting success means using any means.

She hesitated—should she gamble on a child’s conscience?

Zion was right beside her, having heard the conversation on the phone clearly.

When Elara told Joanne she would consider it and hung up, Zion suddenly said, "You can sponsor her."

Elara was taken aback, "Huh?"

Zion calmly stated, "I understand your concerns, but if you give up a child’s future due to concerns, it might be more loss than gain. Besides, her request isn’t high; you can sponsor just the basic tuition as she said, provide a place to sleep, and let her handle the rest on her own. There’s no need to invest too much emotion and time; when she gets older, if her character is fine, you can consider investing more."

His steady voice conveyed an unexplainable comfort, and Elara remained silent for a while, then nodded, "Actually, without you saying, I’d probably end up agreeing to her."

Just like Zion Fitzwilliam said, because of a little hesitation, giving up a child’s future, and that child so desperately wanting to escape the mountains—she couldn’t do it.

She’d rather choose to let the sponsorship money go to waste than see a child with aspirations languish in the endless monotony of daily necessities.

Having made the decision, the subsequent actions became much easier. She had already completed all the formalities for adopting Jasmine before, except for the final step of changing the name.

So, the next afternoon, Elara went with Zion Fitzwilliam and brought Joanne Carter back.

Joanne Carter didn’t speak the whole way. She sat alone in the back seat, staring out the window at the endless mountains and unending wild grasses. This was her hometown, the place she relied on for survival in the first ten years of her life.

And today, she was about to embark on an entirely new life.

Joanne Carter couldn’t quite describe the excitement and emotion in her heart. When the car finally drove out of the mountains and she saw the skyscrapers ahead, her eyes couldn’t help but turn red.

At that moment, she was immensely glad she made that phone call, seizing the opportunity for herself one last time.

She was grateful for not giving up on herself.

She was thankful to Elara for being willing to sponsor her, even after being hurt by Jasmine, still looking at her without bias.

In her heart, she made a silent determination that she must study hard, live a good life, and repay Elara’s kindness and Mrs. Langley’s nurturing grace.

Elara looked at her several times from the rearview mirror and saw the simple, unhidden emotion in Joanne Carter’s eyes, which brought a hint of warmth to her heart. No matter what happens in the future, at least at this moment, she made the right decision.

The car quickly drove past a high-end villa area, and a little girl who was being pulled and abused by a woman on the roadside spotted a familiar figure in the car window and was slightly taken aback.

Joanne Carter, why is she here in the city? And Elara is also in that car. Is it Elara’s car? Elara actually has a car?

"Little brat, still not going to hand over the black card? I’ll teach you a lesson! I’ll teach you a lesson!" Kylie Dalton grabbed her hair, slamming her head against the roadside ledge, cursing with a horrible expression, "Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to! The black card belongs to my son, it’s the property of the Jacobs Family. Why should you spend it as you please? Hand over the black card!"

Jasmine, dazed and seeing stars from the blows, cried out in pain, but stubbornly refused to bow her head, "Uncle Jacobs gave this to me, and he said I can buy whatever I want! You can’t take my card!"

From the day Uncle Jacobs arranged a new school for her, she wanted to look pretty for school, so she had the driver take her to buy some beautiful new clothes from the mall. Then Kylie Dalton found out she had a black card and began constantly threatening and enticing her to hand it over.

But how could she possibly give it up? This card was given by Uncle Jacobs! With this card, she could live like a princess without worries. She wasn’t going to give it up!

This afternoon, after school, she had the driver take her to the mall. She bought two diamond necklaces, planning to show them off at school tomorrow. Unexpectedly, as soon as she entered the villa area, she encountered Kylie Dalton. Seeing the high-end gift box Jasmine was carrying, Kylie Dalton went mad, rushed over, snatched her diamond necklaces, and forced her to hand over the card.

Of course, she refused, which led to a confrontation with Kylie Dalton. Taking advantage of the fact that there weren’t many people around, Kylie Dalton brazenly assaulted her.

No matter how clever she was, she was just a kid. How could she be a match for Kylie Dalton, who had been in rough circles in her youth?

She was almost beaten by Kylie Dalton.

Her pretty clothes were already torn, her hair, and face were a mess, but she steadfastly refused to give up the black card.

Remembering what she just saw, Jasmine felt a twinge of unwillingness in her heart. Had Elara adopted Joanne Carter? Was Joanne Carter, that pauper kid, really in the city too?

She remembered Elara saying she had a house, and now, seeing Elara had a car, she instantly hated Joanne Carter. Why could Joanne Carter live carefree with Elara, while she had to endure the abuse of this crazy old woman, Kylie Dalton? And Rosalind Jacobs, that little witch, also looked down on her!

In the Jacobs Family, she appeared glamorous on the surface, but apart from that black card and her title as the Jacobs Family’s little princess, she had nothing!

Thinking of this, Jasmine bit down hard on Kylie Dalton’s arm!

Kylie Dalton, unprepared, screamed in pain and let go. Jasmine seized the opportunity, dashed out like a wildcat!

Kylie Dalton yelled angrily, "You little brat, where do you think you’re running to? You think you can escape from my grasp? Don’t forget you live in my house, eat my food! Brat! And you dare to bite me!"

Jasmine didn’t look back, quickly disappearing from sight, gripping the black card tightly, sneering all the while.

She had no regrets; what was there to regret? Even if Joanne Carter lived without worry, could she have as much money to spend as she did? Could Joanne Carter buy whatever she wanted like she could? With her status, Joanne Carter would just be a little beggar on the outside; how could she compare to Jasmine’s status as the Jacobs Family’s little princess?

She couldn’t go on like this. She had to fight for her position in the Jacobs Family, or else Kylie Dalton would drive her to death!

She quickly ran to the Jacobs Villa, bypassing the main entrance and heading straight to the shrine area.

Cecilia Quincy was still there.

She opened the door, took a glance, not seeing Cecilia Quincy, then ran upstairs, opening the largest bedroom, and sure enough, she found Cecilia Quincy lying on the bed playing with her phone.

Seeing Jasmine, Cecilia Quincy’s face darkened, cursing, "What are you doing here? Do you think I haven’t had enough bad luck? Get out!"

Jasmine bit her lip, stubbornly looking at her, "Aunt Quincy, you’re the one who brought me to the Jacobs Family. You can’t ignore me. If you don’t help me, Kylie Dalton will torture me to death."

Hearing this, Cecilia Quincy laughed, "What boldness, daring to call her by name. Aren’t you afraid I’ll tell her and have you kicked out of the Jacobs Family?"

Jasmine closed the door and walked in nonchalantly, "Suit yourself, report if you want, I’m not afraid of her. Uncle Jacobs gave me the black card and arranged the school for me. Uncle Jacobs is my backing."

Cecilia Quincy hesitated for a moment, frowning at her, "Uncle Jacobs treats you well?"

Jasmine nodded, "Yes, Uncle Jacobs said you’re a kind person, and because you brought me to the Jacobs Family, he would definitely take care of me. But since he has to work during the day and can’t protect me, Kylie Dalton grabs the chance to bully me."

Cecilia Quincy said nothing, so Jasmine took another step forward, enticingly saying, "Aunt Quincy, I know you also dislike that old woman. Why don’t we cooperate? You can use my name to have more contact with Uncle Jacobs. Once you’ve established yourself in the Jacobs Family, you could protect me."

She lowered her voice, "It would be best if we could get that old woman out. Even if we can’t, we can’t let her take advantage!"

Cecilia Quincy looked at her, secretly sneering. This little girl wasn’t big, but her ambition wasn’t small. Seeing how dirty she was, she had clearly run away after being wronged by Kylie Dalton.

This girl wanted to use her as a tool, but she wouldn’t be fooled. However, the girl did say something right: she could use her to have more contact with Brother Mason.

Ever since the scandal with Zayne Warner, Brother Mason’s attitude towards her had never been the same. Although he married her upon hearing she was pregnant, she could feel that he was still bothered by it.

If she could use Jasmine to have more contact with Brother Mason, she believed she could quickly dispel the barrier in his heart.

Thinking of this, Cecilia Quincy smiled, her tone becoming much more affectionate, "I brought you to the Jacobs Family to nurture you well. We should help each other, right?"