Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 181: Bro, Think of Something—We’re Doomed
Elara conveyed her answer to Zion Fitzwilliam through Esther Carter, and she didn’t even return home that night.
She snuggled on Esther’s small bed, video chatting with Joanne Carter, "What did you have for dinner?"
Joanne’s young face lit up with a smile, "Uncle Fitzwilliam made sweet and sour ribs, braised fish, and even stewed a pot of pig trotters."
Elara paused for a moment, then chuckled, "Well, eat more then, eating well helps you grow taller."
Joanne cheerfully agreed, her expression showing a hint of hesitation, she asked cautiously, "Aunt Hale, did you and Uncle Fitzwilliam have a fight?"
Elara laughed, "No, I just played with my friends too late, so I’m staying here for the night."
Joanne pouted a little, "Then why did Uncle Fitzwilliam specially make a table of your favorite dishes, waiting for you until 8:30? When you called to say you wouldn’t come back, he almost broke down."
"Uh..." Elara was momentarily speechless, she could only brush it off, "I’ll go back tomorrow. Finish your homework and get to bed early, okay?"
Joanne nodded obediently.
After hanging up, Elara tossed the phone aside, letting out a groan.
What kind of mess did she get herself into?
Esther, drying her hair, walked in and leaned against the door, raising an eyebrow, "What’s with the wailing? If you regret now, it’s not too late, just get a cab and throw yourself into the great Mr. Fitzwilliam’s arms."
Elara rolled around on the bed a couple of times, feeling quite dejected, "I finally acted rationally once, can you not hold me back this time?"
After a pause, she suddenly sat up on the bed with her legs crossed, looking at Esther, "Speaking of which, I haven’t had the chance to ask you, at the mall outside the other day, Owen Grayson said you should take responsibility, what’s going on with you two?"
Esther looked visibly guilty, "I should go dry my hair first..."
She didn’t manage to sneak away before Elara grabbed her by the collar, "Avoiding problems won’t solve them, come on, you have a story, and I have wine, let’s talk about it."
Esther, failing to sneak away, sighed heavily, "Would you believe me if I said I’m innocent?"
Elara blinked, "Are you saying he forced you? That’s not your style."
Esther, annoyed, hit her with a pillow, "Elara Hale! Are you going to listen or not?"
"I’m listening, I’m listening," Elara quickly surrendered, raising her hands, "Come on, sit down and talk."
She patted the bed beside her.
Esther sat down with the pillow and sighed, "To put it bluntly, it was a loss of control after getting drunk, and then he stuck to me, insisting I take responsibility, saying I took his first time."
She couldn’t help but get indignant at this point, "He says it’s his first time, and I’m supposed to believe that in his twenties a normal man would still have a first time? Over my dead body! Besides, he was so bad at it, giving him two hundred bucks would be more than generous, hiring a gigolo would have been better."
Elara looked at her suspiciously, "You don’t like him at all?"
Esther shook her head decisively, "And do you know what’s the most ridiculous? This bastard has a fiancée, if I’d known earlier he was claimed, I wouldn’t have even touched him."
Speaking of which, she let out a sinister laugh, "And do you know who his fiancée is? You wouldn’t guess, Rosalind Jacobs! Damn it, now even being involved with him feels disgusting, like being stuck with a piece of useless sticky plaster."
Elara was a bit stunned. This world is too small, getting tangled up with the Jacobs like this.
Really...
She smiled helplessly, "I thought you found your true love, turns out it’s a tragedy. What are you planning to do now?"
Esther shook her head, distressed, "Honestly, I feel I’ve messed up this time. Owen Grayson says he wants to break off the engagement for me and confess to his family, then have his parents propose marriage to mine, to marry me... Elara, I’m a bit confused. I mean, I can’t stand Rosalind Jacobs, but using this way to disgust her, I disdain to do it. The most crucial thing is, Owen looks so serious, I’m really afraid he’ll rush to my dad asking for my hand."
Elara thought for a moment, then said, "You said yourself, he’s just a punk. You don’t even communicate with your dad often, how can he find your dad without a way? As long as you don’t tell him, he won’t be able to find your dad."
Esther’s eyes lit up hearing this, "You’re right, I’ve been anxious for nothing, I hold the only path from him to my parents. If I don’t want him to meet them, he can’t possibly bypass me."
Elara patted her on the shoulder, "That’s exactly the logic."
Getting distracted by Esther’s issue lightened Elara’s previous gloom significantly.
Life is about moving forward. This wasn’t her first time experiencing something like this, she’s much more at ease mentally.
Move forward, never look back. Elara, you can do it.
Meanwhile.
In the hotel suite that Mrs. Grayson temporarily stayed in Northgarde.
Owen tightly clung to Mrs. Grayson’s arm, "Mom, dear mom, I beg you for a favor, you have to say yes!"
Mrs. Grayson, always stern outwardly but soft inwardly with her son, snorted coldly, slowly setting down her teacup, "What trouble have you caused outside again? As long as it’s not major, I can cover it up for you with your dad, but if it’s serious, you better be ready to face it."
Owen pondered for a moment, "This situation is neither very serious nor trivial."
Mrs. Grayson turned her head, somewhat surprised at him, "Since when did you start speaking so sensibly? Alright, cut the act, speak up, how much do you need?"
Owen chuckled, "No money, I want to break off my engagement."
Mrs. Grayson’s face changed immediately, and without thinking, she refused, "Don’t even think about it, have you forgotten the promise you made in front of your dad and grandpa?"
Owen frowned, "I haven’t forgotten, back then, I promised them I’d marry someone and have a child for them, and in return, they’d let me leave the family to do my own things and not have to worry about the company anymore. But I didn’t have anyone I liked at that time, just thought having a child was no big deal, and wasn’t as important as my freedom. But now I’ve found someone more important than my freedom."
Mrs. Grayson’s expression cracked, only responding after a long moment, "What did you say? You’ve found someone you like? Who? Do they know who you are? Surely their intentions aren’t bad?"
Owen quickly replied, "Definitely not, she doesn’t even fancy me, how could she possibly fancy our Grayson Family? She’s just an ordinary girl, and right now... she hasn’t even agreed to me yet. But I have a fiancée, how can I sincerely pursue her like this, what does she think of me then?"
For a moment, Mrs. Grayson felt complicated.
The son she raised herself, rebellious, stubborn, choosing not to inherit the family business, wanting to act instead, willing to break ties with the family rather than give up acting, to the point her father-in-law declared that no one should provide him with any resources.
No one understood this son better than she did.
Surprisingly, there’s a girl he approves of, for whom he’s willing to submit to the family.
The sun must be rising from the west.
She couldn’t help but be curious, "What kind of girl is she? Do you have a photo?"
"I do," Owen said mysteriously, "But I took it secretly, haven’t asked her for permission yet, so I can’t show you."
Mrs. Grayson couldn’t help but laugh, hesitating for a moment before saying, "If the girl comes from a decent background without any ulterior motives, I might be able to persuade your dad, I never thought much of the Jacobs girl anyway. She’s shallow and not presentable, and we haven’t even married yet, and I’m already having a hard time getting along with her. If we’re married and face-to-face every day, that’d be the end of me."
"Mom, good mom, I knew you’d agree," Owen was overjoyed, "I promise she’s not up to anything. Once the engagement is broken, I’ll take you to her house to propose, marry her, and you’ll see. She’s a lot of fun, someone who can stir up the Grayson house like we haven’t seen in years."
Mrs. Grayson was startled, "Such a fiery temper? Didn’t you say you haven’t won her over yet? Wouldn’t she hit you if you break off the engagement and go to her house to propose?"
Owen Grayson shrugged his hands, "She promised me, as long as I break the engagement, she’ll be with me."
Mrs. Grayson looked at him helplessly, "Alright, look at you. I’ll talk to your dad about it later, okay?"
Owen got the answer he wanted, blew her a kiss, "Good mom, love you~ I’m leaving now!"
All about having a clear purpose.
Mrs. Grayson laughed and scolded, "I thought you came back to see me, can’t you at least pretend when you use your mom?"
"No way, I have sincere respect for my mom. How could I use her?" Owen giggled and ran out.
Mrs. Grayson laughed helplessly, this child.
She picked up the phone and called Mr. Grayson, telling him about Owen having someone he likes, and reminded, "It’s good the kid found someone he likes, but don’t get too happy too soon. Have someone check it out first, the boy doesn’t have a brain, don’t let him get deceived. If she’s really okay, then help Rhys marry her."
They had originally given up hope, only wishing Owen could have an heir, while they’re still young, hurry up and raise the heir. So they didn’t have high demands for a daughter-in-law, their son was already so reckless, what could they ask of a daughter-in-law?
But after contacting Rosalind Jacobs, everyone felt maybe they should have some requirements for a daughter-in-law, not asking for grace and elegance, literary and well-mannered, but at least someone reasonable, right? Unfortunately, Rosalind Jacobs didn’t fit even that.
It’s just that since things have progressed to this point, it would look bad to regret it now.
Now it turned out Owen found a girl he likes, and the situation suddenly had a turnaround.
For this girl, Owen might even cooperate a bit with the family’s arrangement.
Mrs. Grayson couldn’t help but sigh at this thought, truly, which heir turned out like him?
With such a large estate, he says throw it out just like that.
Sigh.
Not long after putting down the phone, there was a sudden knock at the door outside. Mrs. Grayson thought Owen had come back again, reluctantly walked over to open the door, and it turned out to be Rosalind Jacobs.
Her smile instantly faded, she asked, "Why are you here?"
It’s no wonder she found Rosalind annoying, she hadn’t told The Jacobs about the hotel she was staying at in Northgarde, was just here for the wedding for a couple of nights. Yet Rosalind managed to find her accurately.
What does this imply? Rosalind investigated her.
She hadn’t even walked through the door and was already using such means to investigate her future mother-in-law, wouldn’t she be annoyed?
Plus, today the woman who wrecked the wedding of her niece was Mason Jacobs’s ex-wife, she was already finding Rosalind unbearable.
Rosalind immediately put on a smiling face, behaving obediently, "I heard that Aunt is staying here, I haven’t properly hosted you during your visit to Northgarde. So I especially came to see you, Aunt, are you comfortable at the hotel? If not, you can stay at my place..."
Before she finished speaking, Mrs. Grayson interrupted, "No need, I’m leaving tomorrow."
Rosalind immediately felt tense, "Leaving so soon? Aren’t you staying a few more days? I have time, I can accompany you around..."
She followed her brother to the police station today, but her brother asked her to come back to find Mrs. Grayson, to clarify the matter regarding the Fitzwilliam Family’s matriarch. If possible, ask for Mrs. Grayson’s help in making an introduction.
She didn’t expect Mrs. Grayson was leaving tomorrow, at this moment she was even more glad she came tonight.
"It’s not like I haven’t been to Northgarde. Do I need you to take me around?" Mrs. Grayson was not receptive, sharply asked, "Do you really have something to say? If not, go back."
Rosalind hurriedly blocked the door, not daring to waste words, humbly said, "Aunt, does the grand lady of the Fitzwilliam Family have a big background? Even requiring your company?"
Mrs. Grayson glanced at her, "You don’t even know the grand lady of the Fitzwilliam Family? Well, the Jacobs’ level indeed can’t reach that circle."
A flash of embarrassment crossed Rosalind’s face, but she still braved to ask, "What circle is that?"
Mrs. Grayson slowly said, "The top aristocratic circle, Fitzwilliam Family, never heard of them? But you know the foreign fushenlia brand, right?"
Rosalind froze, "fushenlia? That top financial group of M country?"
"That is the Fitzwilliam Family’s industry, Fitzwilliam Family, immigrated abroad from the country a century ago, a truly old money family, businesses span worldwide. Heard these years they’re gradually returning home to develop. I was also lucky to attend that level of gathering once, saw the matriarch of the Fitzwilliam Family from afar."
Rosalind’s eyes widened, her face pale.
That old lady, turned out to have such a large background?
But wasn’t Elara Hale calling that old lady grandma... Does that mean the man Elara Hale married is from the Fitzwilliam Family?
She didn’t even dare to guess it’s the ruling branch of the Fitzwilliam Family, just guessed it’s someone related — but this was enough to shock her!
Wasn’t that man just an insurance salesman? How could he be from the Fitzwilliam Family?
They had offended Zion Fitzwilliam severely; will they have any way out in the future?
No, there is no way out now... Thinking about the recent inexplicable blows faced by The Jacobs, a terrifying guess flashed in Rosalind’s mind.
Could this have something to do with the Fitzwilliam Family? The one wanting The Jacobs dead is the Fitzwilliam Family?
Is this Zion Fitzwilliam’s revenge on them?
Mrs. Grayson saw Rosalind had no reaction, stood there like a fool, without patience for her, closed the door directly.
Outside, Rosalind stood blankly for a long time before walking away disheartened.
She needed to hurry back and tell her brother this news.
Late night.
Mason Jacobs returns home.
He was in a good mood today, although getting agitated being cuckolded by Cecilia Quincy, ultimately, Cecilia Quincy was convicted.
Not in vain he spent the whole time making a record at the police station; Cecilia had a dirty background, and with his deliberate guidance, no less than a life sentence.
Using some means, it should end in death penalty.
Though unfortunately unable to personally end that bitch, the result now isn’t bad.
Mason cheerfully walked into the villa, and upon entering, saw Rosalind sitting on the sofa looking like death.
Seeing him, Rosalind dumbly turned her head, her eyes went red, choked up, "Brother, think of a way, we’re finished."
