Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 108: I’m Her Husband, and You Are Just the Ex-Husband!
Mason Jacobs’s gaze was fixed on the hand Fitzwilliam had placed on Elara Hale’s waist, lingering for a moment before shifting away, a trace of coldness in his eyes, which he quickly suppressed.
"I just saw you, so I came over to say hello," Mason Jacobs smiled at Elara Hale, asking with concern, "Why are you at the hospital? Are you feeling unwell?"
Elara Hale remained distant towards him, "I’m quite alright."
Her aloofness displeased Mason Jacobs. His gaze fell upon Joanne Carter, asking, "Did you adopt this child?"
He seemed to have seen this child at the wedding that day.
Elara Hale truly felt that there was nothing worth discussing with him and didn’t want to answer any of his questions, so she simply replied with indifference, "That’s none of your business."
Having said that, she actively took hold of Fitzwilliam’s wrist and whispered, "Let’s go."
As Fitzwilliam turned, taking advantage of her inattention, he deliberately glanced at Mason Jacobs.
Dregs, you’re a thing of the past!
Anger welled up in Mason Jacobs’s heart, and he suddenly spoke coldly, "Elara, following him, what can he give you? He’s just a small-time salesman, no matter how capable, he earns so little. How much can he make? Ten thousand? A hundred thousand? You used to wear dresses costing hundreds of thousands, look how you’re living now!"
Elara Hale halted her steps, turning to look at the man behind her, amused, "Mr. Jacobs, we’re divorced. After such turmoil during the divorce, and you’re saying such things to me now, what does this mean? If you want to mock me for not living as well post-divorce, then I can tell you that compared to the lavish life with you, I much prefer the simple everyday life now."
Mason Jacobs sneered coldly, "That’s just sour grapes. There’s no woman in this world who doesn’t love money."
Elara Hale doesn’t understand what madness he suffers from. Before the divorce, she tried every means to get him to talk to her more, and now divorced, having finally moved on, he’s like a flea she can’t shake off, appearing before her from time to time saying inexplicable things.
She doesn’t believe he’d suddenly change his heart. His love for Cecilia Quincy was steadfast, she’d experienced it, and holds no dream of that ever changing. Moreover, even if he really did change his heart, she’d only find it laughable.
Late affection is cheaper than grass, she wouldn’t want it again.
At this moment, she only felt like there was no point in talking anymore, and she didn’t even want to maintain the facade of peace, grabbing Fitzwilliam to leave.
But unexpectedly, Fitzwilliam gently covered her hand, stopping her.
Then he gently removed her hand from his.
Elara Hale looked at him stunned, only to see Fitzwilliam stride toward Mason Jacobs. He was half a head taller than Mason Jacobs; his robust physique made Mason Jacobs appear like a younger brother. Mason Jacobs’s gaze grew cold, and just as he was about to speak, he was suddenly grabbed by Fitzwilliam by the collar.
Mason Jacobs’s face darkened, warned gloomily, "Let go!"
Fitzwilliam ignored his words, only looking at him indifferently, "You’re asking what I can give her. I can give her respect and trust. I can stand by her side, protecting and caring for her without hesitation when the world abandons her. I can give her everything, can you?"
His voice was deep, his tone unhurried, like a beast lying dormant, indifferent to the antics of a meddlesome little animal.
But Mason Jacobs heard it, and his eyes turned red because Fitzwilliam’s words pierced his heart like a thousand needles, targeting the part he found hardest to admit.
That is, he really wasn’t that good to Elara Hale!
Respect, trust, giving everything; he hadn’t done any of these.
He resented it bitterly inside, was unable to face it, and suddenly punched toward Fitzwilliam’s face!
His move was swift, but Fitzwilliam’s reaction was quicker, raising his hand to catch Mason Jacobs’s arm. Mason’s force diminished in mid-air, his gaze chillingly terrifying, "No wonder you’re a salesman. Your mouth really runs, making yourself sound so noble, just what are you!"
Fitzwilliam smiled faintly, his tone carrying a hint of pride, "I’m not much, but I’m her husband, while you, are just an ex-husband. Since you’re the ex-husband, do your part, and don’t jump out yourself all the time, annoying others. A good ex-husband should be like he’s dead."
"Fitzwilliam!" Mason Jacobs couldn’t hold back, crazily swinging his fists, determined to show him a thing or two!
Unfortunately, both his hands were restrained by Fitzwilliam. No matter how furious, he couldn’t land the punches.
Fitzwilliam firmly restricted his hands, lowered his head, and in a voice inaudible to Elara Hale, said word by word, "Stay away from her if you want peace."
His voice was light, but the hard-edged tyranny in his tone caused Mason Jacobs’s movement to pause.
Mason Jacobs inexplicably felt his back prickling, but considering the other’s status, he thought he was just bluffing, snorted, saying, "You... you’re just a small salesman, daring to threaten me?"
Fitzwilliam laughed lightly, "Seems you haven’t learned your lesson from the Jacobs Family being targeted in the market before."
Mason Jacobs’s face suddenly changed.
But Fitzwilliam had already released him, lifting his chin slightly, reminding him, "Your newlywed wife is here, explain this scene yourself, and don’t bother Elara."
He raised his eyes, glanced at Cecilia Quincy not far away, turned to grab Elara Hale’s wrist, and led her away.
Elara Hale was dazed; she wasn’t usually dull or slow, but for some reason, when with Fitzwilliam, she was easily thrown off balance by his actions.
She asked curiously, "What did you say to Mason Jacobs just now?"
Their voices were low at the end, she heard nothing.
Fitzwilliam chuckled at her question, "Just told him to stay away from you."
After saying, he glanced at her unobtrusively, seeing no unusual expression on her face, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Elara Hale said, "He’s very arrogant, can’t listen to others, telling him that is just a waste of effort."
She might as well have had Mason Jacobs’s inability to comprehend people’s words written on her face.
Fitzwilliam found her reaction indescribably delightful; he initially worried she’d blame him for meddling.
He looked at her, his voice softened, "No worries, if he doesn’t listen once, I’ll tell him a few more times. Saying it more, he’ll surely remember eventually."
Of course, the consequence of saying it a few more times is not something everyone can bear.
Elara Hale was extremely moved; Zion was just a common person, yet he confronted someone of Mason Jacobs’s standing for her, surely affecting his career, right?
Thinking of this, she couldn’t help but feel touched, "Sister, you’re really manly, much more than Zara Dalton."
If he were a guy, she would surely fall for him!
No, that’s not quite right. What I mean is, if he likes women, she wouldn’t mind taking the role seriously.
What a pity, what a pity.
Zion Fitzwilliam’s smile froze for a moment.
Sister, called him sister again.
In her eyes, what kind of image does he have? Effeminate? Transvestite?
Zion Fitzwilliam couldn’t help but shiver, quickly chased away those terrifying thoughts from his mind, just about to change the subject when he saw Elara Hale looking at him eagerly.
That expression, as if she had something to say but was hesitant to speak.
Zion Fitzwilliam didn’t want her to be reserved with him, hoped she would speak her mind, so he softened his voice and asked, "What’s up? You can speak directly."
Elara Hale was encouraged, lightly cleared her throat, moved closer to him, and curiously asked, "Zion, are you a 0 or a 1?"
Seeing Zion Fitzwilliam’s face change instantly, she quickly waved her hand, "It’s okay if you don’t want to answer, I’m just curious. If I offended you, just pretend you didn’t hear it."
Honestly, the impression he and Zara Dalton give is just too different, which is why she was curious.
She knows Zara Dalton is a 0, but Zion Fitzwilliam is harder to pin down; sometimes he’s gentle and considerate like a 0, sometimes he’s domineering like a 1.
She’s been curious for a long time but never dared to ask.
This time was just a chance to satisfy her curiosity. Besides, she thinks that after knowing Zion for so long, they’re likely going to be in each other’s lives, asking this kind of question shouldn’t be crossing the line.
But looking at Zion Fitzwilliam’s uncertain expression, she figured she probably did offend him.
"Well, if it’s inconvenient to say, that’s okay..." Elara Hale awkwardly touched her nose, trying to smooth things over, "Well, people, whether they like men or women isn’t important, what’s important is finding true love."
Zion Fitzwilliam’s face stiffened, letting out a difficult "Mm."
This is what it means to shoot oneself in the foot, that’s what he did.
The reason meant to get close to her became a boomerang hitting his heart.
If he’d known better, he’d have used some other excuse, wandering the streets penniless asking for shelter would have been fine, but why did he listen to those troublemaker friends and approach her as a gay?
This is the most misguided thing he’s done in his life, no exception.
Feeling heartbroken, Zion Fitzwilliam dared not show his feelings in front of Elara Hale, so after sending Elara Hale and Joanne Carter home, he called out those troublemaker friends who gave him bad advice, "Everyone come out, drinks are on me."
Meanwhile, in the hospital.
Mason Jacobs watched Elara Hale and Zion Fitzwilliam leave hand in hand, his face uncertain. Just then, Cecilia Quincy walked over. She caught the scene of Zion Fitzwilliam holding Mason Jacobs down and already had thoughts brewing, but she remained gentle and asked, "Brother Mason, what happened just now?"
Mason Jacobs withdrew his gaze, spoke in a deep tone, "Nothing."
Disappointment flashed across Cecilia Quincy’s eyes. She thought Brother Mason would explain, especially with Elara Hale standing there. She didn’t want a misunderstanding, so it’s normal for her to overthink, isn’t it?
He clearly knew she saw it, yet didn’t offer any explanation?
Cecilia Quincy refused to let it go and probed further, "I think I just saw Elara. From afar, so I’m not sure if I saw correctly."
Things were fine until she mentioned Elara. Mason Jacobs inevitably thought of the scene just now, being held down by Zion Fitzwilliam. He’d never been so humiliated, and right in front of Elara Hale!
Adding to that were the words Zion Fitzwilliam spoke...
Mason Jacobs’ face was livid, he gritted his teeth and said, "You saw wrong."
Pausing, he turned to Cecilia Quincy and asked, "How’s Jasmine doing?"
Such an obvious change of topic, how could Cecilia Quincy not see through it.
But since Mason Jacobs didn’t want to bring up the topic anymore, she had no choice but to temporarily suppress her displeasure.
"She’s in surgery now," Cecilia Quincy detailed the earlier situation, "The doctor said she hurt her head, there’s a blood clot in the back of the head that needs a minor surgery, but the rest are external injuries. Oh, her calf is fractured too."
Mason Jacobs’ gaze darkened, not speaking, and Cecilia Quincy couldn’t guess what he was thinking. She hesitated for a moment, sighed, and said, "Poor Jasmine, she’s only ten. I thought bringing her to the Jacobs Family would give her a new life... Had I known our mother was like this, I wouldn’t have brought her over."
Hearing this, Mason Jacobs gently held her in his arms, after a while said, "It’s not your fault. You’re just kind-hearted, helping a child in need. You haven’t done anything wrong; it’s me who’s indulged our mom too much, allowing her to be so unrestrained."
He couldn’t forget the scene earlier of Kylie Dalton brutally beating Jasmine, just like three years ago. He suddenly realized he’s been too lenient with his mother, always cleaning up after her no matter what, leading her to become more and more unrestrained.
Bullying Elara Hale and Cecilia Quincy was one thing, he wouldn’t care about her showing off at home, but almost beating Jasmine to death was a wake-up call.
He didn’t want a repeat of three years ago. If he hadn’t happened to come downstairs today to stop her, Jasmine might have met her end.
Mason Jacobs thought more and more fearfully, originally planning to discuss Cecilia Quincy’s issue with Kylie Dalton, now he felt maybe isolating her for a while was a better option.
She couldn’t continue to be unrestrained.
Thinking of this, he asked Cecilia Quincy, "How long will Jasmine’s surgery take?"
Cecilia Quincy replied, "About three hours."
Mason Jacobs nodded, "Stay here with her, I’ll be back."
Cecilia Quincy was a bit worried, held him, "Brother Mason, what’s wrong? Has something happened? I’m really worried about you acting like this."
Mason Jacobs felt a twinge of softness, smiled, kissed her forehead lightly, comforted, "Going to handle some things, wait for my return."
Cecilia Quincy could only nod, watching him leave.
At the Elysium Club, Zion Fitzwilliam sat in the top-floor VIP room. Brandon White was the first to arrive, as soon as he pushed the door open, a crystal goblet flew straight at his face. Brandon White was startled, dodged quickly. The crystal goblet fell to the ground, he couldn’t help but curse, "Damn, who did this, crazy?"
He looked up into Zion Fitzwilliam’s indifferent black eyes, he shrank back and said, "Fitzwilliam, if you’re unsatisfied, don’t take it out on me."
