Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 39: Past Dreams, Wiped Clean

David Hales quickly responded, "Sure, don’t make it too complicated; just cook some noodles. You know Dad isn’t picky."

Elara gave her father a smile and said, "Alright."

She got up and walked into the kitchen. After closing the door, she staggered a bit and almost fell.

She acted as if nothing was wrong in front of her father, but a terrifying suspicion had already taken root in her heart.

Her father was kind-hearted. Before the incident three years ago, he had just retired, had many friends, and had never been in a serious argument with anyone in his entire life.

In the three years since the incident, he had lost his social circle even more. How could he have offended anyone? If it were an accident, it would be too much of a coincidence.

She recalled when Kylie Dalton had threatened her with her father to make her provide false testimony for Mason Jacobs.

So, was this Kylie Dalton’s revenge?

Because she didn’t agree, Mason Jacobs got trapped, so Kylie Dalton resorted to such a method to harm her father and warn her?

Elara felt helpless and panicked. She was already divorced; why did the Jacobs Family’s affairs still haunt her? Clearly, she hadn’t done anything wrong, yet she had to suffer such consequences.

She numbly lit the stove to cook noodles. She finished quickly and brought the bowl out, placing it in front of her father, speaking softly, "Dad, when you’re done, just leave the bowl on the table. I’ll clean up after work. I only took a two-hour leave from my manager and need to get back quickly."

David Hales waved her off at these words, urging her to leave quickly, "You go ahead, don’t worry. Your dad can take care of himself."

Elara smiled and said goodbye to her father. Once the door was closed, her smile crumbled. At the entrance of the complex, she dialed Kylie Dalton’s number.

The call rang twice before being picked up, and Kylie Dalton’s disdainful voice came through, "Why are you calling me for no reason? Sick or what?"

Elara gripped the phone tightly and said softly, "I want to meet with you."

On hearing this, Kylie Dalton let out a mocking laugh, "A few days ago, when I called you for help, what did you tell me? Weren’t you so proud back then? Why are you reaching out to me now? Are you coming back to beg me? Let me tell you, Mason is divorced from you; you can forget about ever entering the Jacobs Family again!"

Elara felt a sour bitterness and anger, but her anger was worthless in the face of power. She could only continue, "The conditions you mentioned before, I can consider them. Let’s meet and discuss the best way to bring Mason Jacobs out of this. Except involving my lawyer, I can agree to anything, as long as you... as long as you promise to spare my family..."

On the other end, Kylie Dalton’s movements paused as she fiddled with her nails on the luxurious sofa.

Elara’s family? Didn’t she only have that crippled old man left? Could it be that Rosalind had made a move?

This little girl, acting so fast without consulting her?

Kylie Dalton felt a little better, her smile growing more sarcastic, "Elara, what are you talking about? How could I touch your family? Don’t throw dirt on me! Besides, Mason is already out; if you’re trying to be ingratiating, just forget it!"

Elara froze, disbelief seeping in as she asked, "Mason Jacobs is out? How... how is this possible..."

Those video pieces were solid evidence, as it was clear Kylie Dalton sought her help because even the Jacobs Family’s influence wasn’t as useful this time. Otherwise, given Kylie Dalton’s disdain towards her, why would she condescend to ask for her help?

But now, Mason Jacobs was already out?

She never dared to underestimate the Jacobs Family, but at this moment, she realized that their power exceeded her imagination...

Kylie Dalton laughed arrogantly, "Elara, who do you think you are? Did you think I had no recourse without your help? Let me tell you, as long as I have money, there are plenty of people eager to help me. Do you understand? Who do you think you are? I reached out to you out of consideration, but since you’ve given up the chance, there’s nothing more to say."

Kylie Dalton finished speaking and hung up the phone.

Elara stood dazed by the roadside, feeling confused. Mason Jacobs was out of prison, and she had no bargaining chips to negotiate with Kylie Dalton. But what about her father?

How could the Jacobs Family be convinced to spare her father?

This issue arose because she sent Mason Jacobs to prison. What if she could persuade Mason to relent?

Hope surged within Elara, and after hesitating for a moment, she found Mason Jacobs’ number and dialed it.

On the day of their divorce, she had sworn never to call this number again in her life.

But now, staring at the familiar number on the dial screen, she could only offer a bitter smile.

Call her spineless or a coward; it was true, she was powerless. She had no money, no power, no influence; she was just an ordinary citizen, not even worth an ant compared to the Jacobs Family.

She also wished she could become powerful and crush the Jacobs Family, but she couldn’t do it.

She could only bow her head again and again before the Jacobs Family.

Elara suppressed the bitterness in her heart, and while waiting for the call to connect, she gave herself countless pep talks. But when Mason Jacobs’ emotionless "Hello" came through, she nearly crumbled.

But she remembered the reason she made this call.

A month ago, this man was her husband, and she could rightfully and legally make any request. But a month later, this man had no connection to her, and the only reason for this call was for her father.

Elara took a deep breath, "Mason Jacobs, it’s me."

On the other end of the line, Mason Jacobs was attending a party, a cleansing banquet Cece had specially prepared to celebrate his successful escape. She said that gathering a crowd would wash away his bad luck.

Although he always scoffed at this sort of thing, he was willing to indulge Cece’s good intentions.

Cece was indeed thoughtful, contacting all his friends and booking the largest private room in the city’s most luxurious club. At the moment, the private room was chaotic, and he raised his voice a bit, "I know. What’s up?"

Beside him, Cecilia Quincy looked up in surprise.

Mason Jacobs soothed her by ruffling her hair, gesturing that he had business, then got up and walked out.

Cecilia Quincy, not reassured, got up and followed him out.

Mason Jacobs stepped out of the room, lit a cigarette, and said, "It’s a bit noisy inside. I stepped out. What is it you want?"

Elara’s pleading voice came through, "Mason Jacobs, please spare my dad. I... I know I was wrong. I shouldn’t have sued you, and I shouldn’t have presented those pieces of evidence in court. I... I caused you trouble. Take out your anger on me, but let my dad go, okay?"

Her voice choked up towards the end, and Mason Jacobs could imagine her struggling to hold back tears.

He spoke with some irritation and said, "I don’t know what you’re talking about. I didn’t do anything to your dad."

Although those pieces of evidence did cause him a lot of trouble, and he did intend to look into those videos, he had just gotten out today and hadn’t had the chance to act yet.

"I know it’s not you, it’s your mom!" Elara said urgently, "She threatened me before; if I didn’t help you with false testimony, she would take action against my dad. I... I know I was too naive, thinking finding a few people to protect my dad would be foolproof. Now I’ve realized how powerful your family is. Mason Jacobs, please let me off..."

Mason’s eyes flickered with coldness, and his voice turned icy, "Elara, you need evidence to back up your words. My mom has spent her life eating vegetarian and praying. How could she possibly send someone to harm your dad? If you want to clear yourself, you don’t need to choose such a flawed excuse!"

At the box’s entrance, Cece stopped in her tracks when she heard the name "Elara."

She listened attentively to the commotion on Mason’s side.

Whatever Elara said next made Mason suddenly laugh, and he said, "Then come find me, you know where I am—Aurelia Club, sixth floor. Come over and show your sincerity, and I’ll forgive you."

Cece’s expression changed upon hearing this.

And Mason had already hung up the phone and turned to see Cece, slightly surprised, "Why did you come out?"

Cece forced a smile, "I saw you rush out so quickly, worried there might be trouble at the police station again. Luckily, there’s nothing wrong."

Mason knew how much effort Cece had put in to get him out this time; compared to Cece, Elara was simply malicious.

His heart softened, and he walked over to embrace Cece, speaking gently, "Don’t worry, everything’s been arranged over there."

Cece felt sweet as he held her, paused for a moment, and then tentatively asked, "Brother Mason, will Sister Elara be coming later?"

Mason’s expression darkened instantly, "Hmm", he replied coldly, "I must figure out the origins of those two video clips she has. Otherwise, while this handle is in her possession, it’s a ticking bomb. Besides, she nearly landed me in jail; this matter can’t just be overlooked."

Cece gently advised him, "Don’t be too hard on Sister Elara; she must love you so much that she wants you to see her power in this way."

Mason scoffed coldly at this, "She should just look in the mirror and see what she really is. In my heart, you are a million times better than her."

Cece blushed embarrassedly, not speaking further.

Mason said, "Let’s go in; everyone is waiting for us."

Cece smiled, "Brother Mason, you go in first; I’ll go to the washroom."

Mason looked at her tenderly, "Alright."

Cece walked to the washroom, glanced around, took out her phone, and called Rosalind.

"Hello, Rosalind, I’m with your brother at Aurelia Club. Do you want to come and join the fun? I just heard Sister Elara called your brother; she seems to be coming too. Your brother said the previous matter can’t just end like this; I’m worried he might overreact. With you here, I’ll feel more at ease..."

After a moment, she laughed and said, "Okay, I’ll wait for you."

After hanging up, Cece turned and went back to the box.

Elara arrived outside Aurelia Club, looking up at this upscale venue she’d visited many times before. Mason loved to host gatherings here; back when their relationship was good, he would always bring her along.

So she was quite familiar with this place.

She quickly made her way to the sixth floor.

Standing outside the VIP box, Elara pressed her lips together before raising her hand to knock on the door.

After knocking twice, she heard a domineering voice behind her, "Oh, isn’t this my ex-sister-in-law? What are you doing here? You must have heard my brother’s here and decided to stubbornly follow him, didn’t you?"

Since the incident with the Eye of Agelessness, this was the first time Elara saw Rosalind, unable to forget the night she was locked in a room by Rosalind, almost ruined by that man named Zhang.

She clenched her hand, suppressing her inner hatred; her father’s matter was of utmost importance; she couldn’t afford to offend Rosalind now.

Softly she spoke, "I have something to discuss with your brother; don’t worry, I didn’t plan to cling to him."

Rosalind arrogantly walked forward two steps, sneering, "Oh? Elara, what do you need my brother for? You wouldn’t be asking him for a favor, would you? Don’t forget; you nearly got him thrown in jail. How do you have the nerve to come here now? If I were you, I’d get lost right now!"

Elara bit her lip, saying nothing.

How laughable, she didn’t even have the privilege to get lost.

Rosalind glanced at her and surprisingly didn’t make it difficult any further, turning and entering the room.

Elara exhaled a sigh of relief and also pushed the door open, following inside.

The box was lively with people, going silent with Rosalind and Elara’s entrance.

Rosalind swaggered over to sit, while Elara moved toward Mason under everyone’s gaze.

Most people here were familiar to her, all friends of Mason’s, she had met them before.

But back then, she was Mason’s wife; they all called her sister-in-law.

Now, as a divorced woman, these people didn’t even know how to address her.

She couldn’t bother to consider how they saw her. Elara approached Mason, speaking with difficulty, "I’m here. What do I need to do for you to let my dad go?"

Mason leaned back on the sofa, a cigarette between his fingers, taking a slow drag. He released a puff of smoke toward Elara’s face, gesturing half-smilingly at the glass in front of him, "Drink this glass of wine; all matters settled for good. Dare you?"

Elara’s eyes trembled; the glass Mason pointed to wasn’t large, filled with beer. A glass of wine should be nothing significant.

But for him to use it to punish her as a bargaining chip, obviously, the wine had something added.

She didn’t know what was added, but in such an occasion, it would be nothing but those degrading means.

Elara understood perfectly.

Yet her fingers still trembled as she reached for the glass.

If she drank this today, she might truly never have any feelings for Mason again.

Perhaps if they could truly wipe clean the past, it wouldn’t be so bad.

Having experienced such dirty tactics, she might completely forget his spring-like demeanor from three years ago.

Bringing the glass to her lips, Elara tilted her head up, and tears fell.