Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 31: Burn Injury

Because Grandma Fitzwilliam was coming over in the evening, Elara focused entirely on how to entertain her, completely forgetting about Mason’s matter.

As soon as work was over, she immediately went to the supermarket downstairs from the company. She bought two servings of dairy products loved by the elderly, several packs of high-nutrition nuts, and a few boxes of various expensive fruits. Remembering that the elderly mentioned growing mushrooms at home, which should be in the mountains, she also bought some seafood.

Carrying loads of bags back, Elara was so preoccupied with Grandma Fitzwilliam that she didn’t notice a very familiar-looking car parked not far from the community gate.

At this moment, inside that car, Esther frowned, "Do you think Elara is taking this too seriously? Buying so much stuff, girls should be more reserved in such matters. She was looked down on by Kylie before, hasn’t she learned her lesson yet?"

Zara also somewhat disagreed, "We need to have a good talk with her, she shouldn’t be too attentive to the guy’s family."

In this area, both actually didn’t have much experience; their limited knowledge came entirely from Elara’s previous marriage, so they naturally thought that if the previous marriage went one way, then this one should be completely different.

Just then, Zara saw a Bentley slowly stop not far ahead, and an elegant-looking elderly lady got out, wearing a qipao, her silver hair styled with a jade hairpin, exuding refinement from head to toe.

But in the next second, the driver handed her a big black plastic bag and two chickens tied with string.

Zara was stupefied, "This... this can’t be that Grandma Fitzwilliam, right?"

Esther looked over and shook her head resolutely, "Impossible, Elara said that Grandma Fitzwilliam’s family wasn’t well off, probably making a living by growing mushrooms, she couldn’t possibly dress so elegantly."

And carrying chickens, who brings whole chickens as gifts these days? 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Zara also thought it wasn’t her, and their eyes quickly wandered elsewhere, eager to locate "Grandma Fitzwilliam" to help their friend make a judgment.

Meanwhile, Grandma Fitzwilliam had already entered the house. As soon as she went in, she placed the black plastic bag on the table, "These are freshly delivered vegetables, very fresh. I’ll stir-fry a couple of dishes for Elara to try in a bit."

Elara had just finished washing the fruits and hurriedly said, "I’ll help you."

Grandma Fitzwilliam waved her hand with a smile, "No need, no need. Look, I even brought you two chickens. These chickens have special benefits for women. I’ll handle them both; we’ll stew one today, and the other will go in the fridge. You can cook it whenever you want."

Zion watched those two chickens, a glint in his eyes.

If he wasn’t mistaken, those chickens should be the prized chickens Grandma raised, personally cared for since they hatched. The Bresse chickens?

Typically, touching them would cause an uproar, but today, they are being brought here for Elara’s chicken soup?

Grandma Fitzwilliam moved skillfully, entering the kitchen to handle the two chickens. Elara attempted to assist several times but was gently pushed out by Grandma Fitzwilliam, who winked at her, "You young couple should spend time together, don’t worry about me."

Elara’s ears reddened, fearing people would notice her embarrassment, she dared not get closer.

It just so happened she hadn’t finished her work, so she dove into the bedroom, opened her computer, and completed her remaining tasks.

Soon, dinner was ready. Zion brought out the dishes, and Elara quickly went to the kitchen to bring out the chicken soup. She cautiously lifted the ceramic pot, but after just two steps, the pot’s handle suddenly broke!

"Snap!"

The scalding ceramic pot fell onto Elara’s leg, the chicken soup soaked through her pants, clinging to her leg like a furnace, causing Elara to wince in pain.

She felt guilty, unable to face Grandma Fitzwilliam, knowing she had ruined the soup that was painstakingly prepared by the elder!

Meanwhile, Zion quickly approached and gently carried her to the sofa. Carefully, he lifted her pants, "Let me see the injury."

The chicken soup was just taken off the heat and trapped under the pants, causing blisters to form on Elara’s burned legs, making her face pale with pain as he lifted the fabric!

Grandma Fitzwilliam anxiously hovered nearby, "Does it hurt a lot? Oh dear, look at this leg, the untouched areas are red all over. You be careful, you see how much Elara is hurting!"

Elara apologized with guilt, "I’m sorry, Grandma, for disappointing you."

Grandma Fitzwilliam waved her hand, heart aching, "A pot of soup is nothing; what saddens me is your serious injury! Ah, I shouldn’t have bothered with it in the first place!"

Zion calmly remarked, "Your leg is severely burned, the skin has stuck to the pants. I’ll have to cut them with scissors."

Elara nodded, swallowing her "Thank you," and softly said, "Okay."

Zion quickly fetched scissors, cutting upwards along her pants. His hands moved swiftly yet steadily, mindful of her pain, handling her injury with utmost tenderness.

Even so, Elara, not being someone who exaggerates pain, turned pale, gritting her teeth to endure without a sound.

Seeing this, Grandma Fitzwilliam felt even more distressed. Her family had many kids, and it seemed only natural for girls to cry over injuries. This child, what hardships must she have endured to show such resilience.

The scald covered a large area on Elara’s leg, and the pants had to be cut all the way up to the thigh to fully expose the injured site.

Zion set the scissors down, exhaling subtly, before frowning heavily once more.

Before him, the pale legs were marred with a shocking expanse of redness and blisters of varying sizes.

Lips pressed thin, he got up, "I’ll get the medicine."

Bringing the medicine powder back, Elara reached to apply it herself, but Zion, seemingly ignoring her hand, knelt down carefully, pouring the powder onto her leg.