Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 59: She Is No Longer Who She Once Was
Elara Hale was baffled, "It’s true that I hired Brandon White as my lawyer, but he’s just an ordinary person. Miss Jacobs, you can’t just pin everything that happens with the Jacobs Family on me, can you? This has nothing to do with me."
Saying this, she turned to leave, but Rosalind Jacobs bit her lip and grabbed her arm, her voice pleading, "Elara Hale, I’m begging you, help my brother this time. Whatever condition you want, I can agree to it!"
Elara frowned at her, "This has nothing to do with conditions. What you’re saying has nothing to do with me, I can’t help!"
Rosalind glared at her, "So you just don’t want to help, is that it?"
Elara felt like she was talking to a wall, just about to speak when her phone rang; it was Mason Jacobs.
She initially didn’t want to answer, but seeing that she couldn’t shake off Rosalind, she took a deep breath and picked up.
Mason’s voice came through, "Elara, what are you doing?"
Elara was taken aback.
His tone was so gentle, it felt like a lifetime ago.
When they were in love, that’s how he used to talk to her. Later, as their feelings faded, his tone cooled. The last time she heard Mason speak like that was towards Cecilia Quincy.
Thinking of Rosalind’s words, she understood—it must be because he needed a favor, so he was using his charm?
Elara’s heart ruffled briefly before returning to calmness, and she said to Mason, "Mr. Jacobs, if it’s convenient for you, could you come and get your sister? Miss Jacobs is inexplicably holding onto me, insisting I agree to conditions I can’t possibly fulfill. I’m in a difficult spot."
Mason hesitated before asking, "Rosalind came to find you?"
Elara gave a small affirmation.
Mason was silent for a moment before saying, "Where are you? I’ll come over."
Elara gave him the address.
After hanging up, she saw Rosalind standing with arms crossed, looking at her disdainfully, "Elara Hale, I thought you were so principled. Just a word from my brother and you give in? So you just wanted an excuse to see him?"
Elara had no words. She realized she had no desire to communicate with Rosalind at all.
Before, for Mason, she was lost in self-sacrificial devotion, never considering anything else. Now stepping out of that relationship and looking at the past rationally, she realized she had truly been crazy those two years.
Mason soon arrived, and Rosalind pouted, calling out, "Brother."
Mason’s face was expressionless, unceremoniously telling her, "Go home."
Rosalind was taken aback, feeling wronged and confused, "Brother..."
"I told you to go home." Mason’s gaze was icy as he looked at her, "Don’t use your foolish mind to do anything for me. I’ll deal with you later!"
Rosalind looked hurt, her eyes immediately reddened, "Brother, how can you say that about me? I’m doing this for you. Otherwise, who would come and humble themselves in front of this bitch..."
"Enough!" Mason sharply interrupted her, "Stop saying foolish things, go home right now!"
Rosalind stomped her foot and reluctantly left.
Mason turned his head to look at Elara, feeling a stir in his heart.
Actually, Elara was just wearing a ordinary business outfit today, her hair tied up, not even wearing makeup.
Yet somehow, Mason felt that this Elara seemed different from the woman in his previous impressions.
In memory, she was always wearing loungewear, looking disheveled at home, either busy cleaning the floors or cooking, always appearing dull and unremarkable, meek and unobtrusive.
But now, Elara seemed to be glowing, standing there with poise, exuding a natural confidence.
Mason suddenly remembered, yes, Elara was like this at the very beginning.
When he met her, she seemed to be some kind of manager, overseeing several people. But later, she quit and returned home to become a full-time housewife, gradually losing her edge.
Mason didn’t delve deeply into this thought; at that moment, he just felt a little nostalgic. Actually, over the past three years, he did harbour feelings for Elara.
When they got married, he had thought about spending a lifetime together. But, in the end, she couldn’t hold onto him.
Looking at Elara, Mason retracted his thoughts and spoke, "Elara, I had no idea Rosalind came to find you. If I had known, I wouldn’t have let her."
Elara nodded to show she understood, then asked, "Is there anything else?"
Mason frowned, "Do you now have no patience to even say a few more words to me?"
Elara chuckled, "Mason Jacobs, do you hear what you’re saying? May I boldly ask, does Cecilia Quincy know you’re here to see me?"
"What does this have to do with Cece?" Mason’s brow furrowed as he looked at her disapprovingly, "Don’t drag Cece into everything; she’s not like you."
"Alright, she’s not like me." Elara laughed at herself, "So? Why did Mr. Jacobs come to see me?"
Mason pressed his lips together, insisting, "That lawyer named Brandon White, I need you to introduce him to me."
Elara was taken aback, "Brandon White?"
Both Rosalind and Mason came to her because of Brandon White, but Brandon was just an ordinary lawyer. Why go to such trouble?
Mason’s eyes were deep, and he nodded, "That’s right. I have some misunderstandings with him, so I’d like to speak with him in person."
Elara hesitated before saying, "I need to ask him first."
This was Brandon’s matter, and she wouldn’t make a decision for him.
Mason nodded, "Of course, if he’s willing, contact me as soon as possible."
Elara looked at him deeply. Perhaps even he wasn’t aware that when he spoke to her, his tone was still as firm and unyielding as before.
But she was no longer anyone special to him.
"Mr. Jacobs," Elara paused for a moment before speaking, "I need to confirm with you: between us, it wasn’t a clean break, was it?"
Mason frowned, "What do you mean?"
Elara replied softly, "Our separation was quite ugly. Why would you, no, why does everyone in the Jacobs Family, think I’m still the same agreeable Elara Hale as before?"
In the past, she was at the Jacobs Family’s beck and call, obedient and understanding. But now, she wasn’t.
"Mr. Jacobs, if you need someone’s help, you should have the attitude of asking for it, don’t you think?"
Elara looked steadily at Mason, her eyes dark and bright, with something that could be called determination in them.
Mason’s heart suddenly skipped a beat.
