Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 112: Cecilia Quincy Is Kidnapped

Elara just mentioned it casually. The night wind was already cool, and being outside, it was easy to mistake the scent.

So when Zion Fitzwilliam said he couldn’t smell it, she just brushed it off.

But Zion Fitzwilliam listened and glanced at the unaware Elara beside him. He stopped walking and casually smiled, "You go ahead, I need to make a call."

Elara responded casually, "Working late again?"

Zion Fitzwilliam just smiled. Elara didn’t dwell on it. For sales, being on call 24/7 was normal.

She was very sleepy and waved to Zion before heading upstairs.

Once Zion saw her enter the elevator, he walked to a discreet shadow to call Assistant Harris.

Assistant Harris answered quickly, his voice brisk despite the sleepiness, "President Fitzwilliam? What’s up so late?"

Zion Fitzwilliam’s expression was stern, his tone unreadable, "Mason Jacobs was just at my current apartment complex. Contact Director Dalton and see if we can apply for an exception to check the surveillance en route. He smelled of blood. I suspect he was involved in something, we might find some clues."

Assistant Harris was much more alert, his tone serious, "Sure, I’ll check right away."

Zion Fitzwilliam said, "Alright, thanks for your hard work. Once this is done, take two days off."

Assistant Harris sounded pleasantly surprised, "Thank you, President Fitzwilliam!"

Zion Fitzwilliam hung up and looked outside the complex. From his angle, he could see where Mason parked. Mason hadn’t left yet, leaning against the car door, smoking with a cold demeanor, his gaze fixed on the direction Elara and he had departed, seeming deep in thought.

Zion’s eyes were steely, watching Mason for a while before turning to head upstairs.

Just a street rat who never appreciated what he had until it was gone, not realizing his mistake and constantly seeking attention from Elara. Disgusting.

But Elara isn’t the type to go back to the past. Especially with someone like him as a barrier, the more frequently Mason appears, the more annoyed Elara will become.

No gestures or actions to try to win her back, treating her as a trash receptacle?

He won’t allow it, nor tolerate such a thing happening.

Zion stayed outside for a while. Coming back, he thought Elara would be asleep, but when he quietly opened the bedroom door, the bedside lamp was still on. Elara was leaning against the headboard, frowning, seemingly lost in thought under the soft yellow light, making her appear gentle and serene.

Zion’s gaze involuntarily swept across her shoulders. Her pajamas had a cherry-patterned lace strap, accentuating her pale skin, her small and smooth shoulders evoking a strong impulse to grasp them tightly.

Zion took a deep breath quietly, clenching and releasing his fists by his sides, his Adam’s apple moving as he closed his eyes briefly, reopening them to a calm demeanor.

He asked gently, "Why aren’t you asleep yet?"

Elara snapped back to reality, smiling, "I can’t sleep."

Zion sat by the bed, asking, "Still worried about Jasmine?"

Elara nodded and then shook her head.

Today at the hospital, Jasmine’s injuries looked severe, Mason said it was Kylie Dalton who did it. She wasn’t surprised at all.

It’s something Kylie Dalton would do.

Jasmine staying with the Jacobs Family wouldn’t have a good life. While not life-threatening, she’d likely face daily abuse.

The child has ambition and is ruthless but she’s only ten.

She wants to leave the mountains, seeking the Jacobs Family for better opportunities. Could she be blamed? Yet she backstabbed me, which was indeed disagreeable. But was she wrong? She just showed human nature.

Elara remained silent for a long time, saying, "Forget it, either way, it’s not my concern."

Zion looked at her for a long while, saying, "If you’re worried about her, you could find a chance to meet her, talk to her. If she sincerely regrets it, you could help her, like you did with Joanne Carter."

Elara laughed it off, shaking her head without hesitation, "No need."

She felt a sense of relief but it didn’t mean she would act as a savior.

Zion also smiled. He wasn’t one to act saintly either, just suggesting it because of her distress. Ultimately, he could handle the situation, allowing her to do whatever she wanted to make her happy.

But if she didn’t wish to, that was fine too.

His smile was filled with understanding, causing Elara’s heart to race, making her uncomfortable and dissipating the inner turmoil. She quickly curled under the thin blanket, dryly saying, "Let’s sleep."

Zion’s voice was deep, "Alright."

He turned off the bedside lamp, glancing at her with a smile, then lay on the floor.

In the darkness, Elara’s mind was filled with his earlier smile.

The man’s gentle gaze, the warmth in that smile seemed to carry a lot, causing her heart to tremble slightly.

The more she tried to forget and sleep, the clearer it became. Her palms sweated, and she shivered with fear and shock. God, what was she thinking? The man liked men.

Even as confused as she was, she knew there was no outcome with a man who could never like women. Jumping from one pit to another? No!

She didn’t want to.

Even if she finds someone in the future, she hopes for someone caring, warm, mutual respect and support, rather than a man who could never invest his heart in her.

With the lesson from Cecilia Quincy, she had had enough.

All the warmth drained from Elara, realizing how foolish she had been. Zion’s gentleness was his nature, not specifically for her, she was so mistaken.

Reflecting on this, Elara slowly fell asleep.

Zion turned over, propping his head up to watch the woman on the bed. She lay on her side, facing away, her curves highlighted by the thin blanket.

The delicate white of her neck and shoulders exposed, adding an irresistible allure in the dark night.

Darkness flashed in Zion’s eyes, his lower abdomen tensing instantly. He sighed softly, forcing himself to look away.

He seemed to have overestimated his self-control. Sleeping in the same room every night was indeed a great challenge.

Meanwhile.

Outside the complex, Mason finished his third cigarette, finally feeling the overwhelming rage subsiding slightly. He turned and got into the car, quickly driving away.

But he didn’t notice that not far behind his car, an ordinary white car had also been parked for a long time.

Inside the car, Cecilia Quincy watched Mason’s figure get into the car and drive off, her hands clenched tightly, nails nearly digging into her palms.

Her lips quivered, tears falling uncontrollably, as she bit down hard, her heart filled with frustration and resentment.

In the afternoon, Mason Jacobs asked her to stay with Jasmine, but after Jasmine’s surgery ended, he never returned. She called him, yet no one answered. She really wanted to mend their relationship, so she personally made dinner and took it to the company, but no one was there.

She asked Special Assistant Wood, who was evasive; suspicion arose in her heart. She knew Elara Hale lived in this neighborhood; she had seen the information Mason Jacobs found earlier.

Driven by something inexplicable, she drove here. Before coming, she wondered if she was being overly suspicious—Mason Jacobs, no matter what, wouldn’t turn back to someone he had grown tired of and discarded, would he?

But until she saw him calling Elara Hale down, and after Elara left, seeing him stand there for so long, she knew he would!

She spent the whole afternoon looking for him, carrying a hopeful heart preparing dinner, eager to mend their relationship, only to find that he went to see his ex-wife!

Brother Mason, how could you do this to me!

Cecilia Quincy clenched her fingers until they turned pale, her teeth almost grinding to pieces. What was so good about that bitch Elara Hale?

Why? She had clearly won!

She won’t let this go, definitely won’t, she would use any means necessary to defend her marriage; whoever dares to stop her will die!

Cecilia Quincy glared hatefully in the direction of the community, with a cold face, ready to start her car and leave. Just then, several cars suddenly dashed out from the side with screeching brakes and then stopped around her.

Black-clad individuals got out of the cars one by one, the leader carrying a hammer, went straight to her car, and fiercely smashed the car window.

It all happened too fast, Cecilia Quincy screamed, watching helplessly as they smashed the glass, reached inside, unlocked the car, opened the door, and dragged her out.

She panicked, "Who are you? What do you want? Money? I’ll give you money, any amount!"

These people ignored her, shoved her into the van.

Cecilia Quincy struggled desperately, "Do you know who I am? You can’t afford to provoke my husband; if it’s money you want, I can give you plenty..."

But no one listened to her, she was pushed onto the van, her mouth stuffed, and a black cloth bag placed over her head.

Unable to resist, unable to make a sound, bound by hands and feet, despair grew within her heart—they... weren’t after money...

Then what should she do... who wanted to harm her? Being taken away like this, would she survive?

Elara Hale slept well. She had set the alarm for six to send Joanne Carter to school, woke up early to prepare, and after helping Joanne check the items she needed for school, Zion Fitzwilliam had breakfast ready. Seeing her come out, he smiled softly, his voice deep, "Go and wake Joanne up."

His smile was gentle; Elara remembered last night’s almost uncontrollable heartbeat, her ears warming. Like this, they really seemed like a family of three.

She had never felt before the sensation of a man in charge participating in family affairs. In the past, with Mason Jacobs, his masculinity was overwhelming, only providing money, not caring about anything else. Even when she was bullied, Mason Jacobs merely muddled along, leaving all family matters for her to handle alone.

After a sham marriage with Zion Fitzwilliam, she unexpectedly experienced a sense of being cared for. A relationship initially thought to be a utilitarian marriage had turned unexpectedly colorful and lively.

Regarding Joanne’s matters, she never imagined he would help or be involved, yet he quietly prepared breakfast for three and planned to take them to school...

Elara Hale marveled for the hundred and eighth time—gay men really are considerate. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

Simultaneously, for the hundred and eighth time, she speculated Zion Fitzwilliam might be a bottom? So gentle, so considerate, he must be, right?

Noticing her thoughts diverge again, Elara quickly went to wake Joanne, only to find Joanne was already up and washed.

She wore a brand-new sports outfit that Elara had just bought her, standing there energetically, though a bit restrained.

Elara felt comforted, a bit moved: this child was too sensible, fearful of causing any trouble, tugging at the heartstrings.

"Sister Elara." Joanne looked at her expectantly, "Are we leaving?"

Elara smiled, ruffled her hair, "It’s still early, let’s have breakfast first."

After a pause, she casually added, "From now on, you can call me Aunt Hale."

Joanne looked at her surprised, "Really? Can I call you Aunt Hale?"

At the orphanage, everyone called her Sister Elara; only Jasmine could call her Aunt Hale since Jasmine was to be adopted by her.

After being taken in, Joanne had cautiously kept her distance, afraid to displease Sister Elara, and she never dared to think she would be accepted.

But now, Sister Elara accepted her; she let her call her Aunt Hale.

Joanne suppressed her excitement, nodding vigorously, "Aunt Hale, I will study hard!"

Elara Hale nodded with a smile.

After breakfast, Zion Fitzwilliam took them to school, parked the car at the school gate, and got out with them.

Elara was shocked, hastily saying, "You take care of your work; bringing us here has already delayed you. I can manage on my own."

Zion Fitzwilliam smiled gently, his voice firm yet warm, "It’s the child’s first day of school, better for both of us to be there, ensuring the teacher won’t overlook her. Plus, the paperwork is cumbersome; it’ll be easier if I accompany you."

Elara Hale opened her mouth but didn’t know what to say.

It’s mainly unexpected how... considerate he was. He even thought of Joanne’s situation at school, wanting classmates and teachers to know she has parents, concerned she might be seen as a single mom entering alone.

Moreover, accompanying her for the paperwork... no matter how cumbersome, she’s an adult who’s faced all sorts of challenges over the years; this shouldn’t be difficult. Yet, he still offered to accompany her, worried she might find something inconvenient.

A warmth surged through her heart, spreading to every limb, urging her not to overthink.

He’s always been a kind and gentle person, he likes men, sees her as a sister, so he cares and looks after her, she should definitely not read too much into it.

Seeing him as a friend, yet contemplating an intimate relationship? Such an idea should never cross her mind, too laughable.

Elara subtly took two deep breaths, regained her composure, smiled at Zion Fitzwilliam, and didn’t refuse further, "Alright."

Mainly for Joanne’s sake.

Walking together, Joanne was thrilled, hopping around, finally showing a child’s demeanor.

Just a few steps in, a hesitant voice sounded behind, "Ms. Hale?"

Elara Hale paused at the sound, turned to look; indeed, it was Special Assistant Wood, Mason Jacobs’ aide.

Beside him, carrying a backpack was Jasmine, whose injuries hadn’t healed yet, bandaged on the head. Yesterday, she seemed so badly hurt; she was sent to school today?

And coincidentally, at the same school as Joanne? Jasmine previously attended that elite elementary school, was even classmates with Zoe Chase, right?

Suspicion crept into Elara Hale’s mind; guardedly she questioned Special Assistant Wood, "What are you doing here?"