Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 69: Eight Invitations to the Sold-Out Banquet?
Elara was taken aback, a bit puzzled, "Grandma, you even have friends who are connected to The Warner Family?"
Wasn’t Zion Fitzwilliam saying that his family has been farming for three generations?
To get an invitation from The Warners, one’s status must be extraordinary, right? Grandma Fitzwilliam knows such influential people?
Grandma Fitzwilliam smiled somewhat uneasily, "Haha, well, it’s a long story... We’ve been friends for many years. Anyway, it’s not like I have anything else to do, why don’t we go together?"
Elara hesitated, "I..."
From her marriage with Mason Jacobs, she deeply understood one thing—if a world doesn’t accept you, don’t force your way in.
The same principle applies to The Warner Family.
Especially since Senior Warner inexplicably dislikes her, she has no desire to face their cold indifference.
But Grandma Fitzwilliam had already decided for her, "That’s settled then, the banquet is on Saturday. You don’t need to worry about anything; leave it all to me. Isn’t there a misunderstanding with that boy from The Warner Family? It’s a perfect opportunity to clear things up."
Elara had no choice but to reluctantly agree.
After dinner, Elara chatted with Grandma Fitzwilliam for a while and then left with Zion Fitzwilliam.
On the way home, she was still troubled, "If Senior Warner really hates me that much, won’t Grandma Fitzwilliam be affected if she goes to the banquet with me?"
She wouldn’t mind being given the cold shoulder, but she couldn’t bear the thought of Grandma Fitzwilliam, at her age, being treated coldly.
Zion Fitzwilliam chuckled upon hearing this, "Don’t worry, she won’t be."
The Warners are eager to cozy up to Grandma Fitzwilliam; they wouldn’t dare to be rude.
Elara was still uneasy, and upon returning home, she called Zayne Warner in an attempt to ease relations before the banquet. However, she still found herself on his blacklist, and no matter how many times she called, no one answered.
The next day was Friday. After finishing work, Elara visited her father as usual.
The aunties at the door still greeted her warmly, and she returned their greetings with a smile, though no one noticed that her smiles never reached her eyes anymore.
After knocking on the door, it was Yvette Sommers who opened it. Seeing Elara, she immediately said, "You haven’t given me this month’s money yet, when will you?"
Elara paused, "I’ll transfer it to you next Monday."
The scheduled monthly transfer date hadn’t arrived yet.
Since the last time her father almost had an accident and Yvette Sommers stood by coldly, focused solely on attending Aidan Sommers’ parent meeting, Elara’s attitude towards her had cooled significantly.
Before, she didn’t have a choice, unable to find a better option, and had to let Yvette Sommers call the shots. But now, with money in her hand, she could arrange a care agency for her father or find a 24-hour caregiver.
She no longer wanted to coddle Yvette Sommers.
So after entering and finding out her father was asleep, Elara turned to Yvette Sommers, "Auntie Yvette, starting next month, I’ll adjust your payment to eight thousand a month, with living expenses extra. If you accept, we can sign a contract."
Upon hearing this, Yvette Sommers’ face darkened, glaring at Elara fiercely, "What do you mean? You promised fifteen thousand before, and now you’re going back on your word?"
Elara responded calmly, "Auntie Yvette, we initially agreed on three months, which has now passed. I’ve readjusted the payment terms, there’s nothing wrong with that. If you don’t want to stay, you don’t have to."
Yvette Sommers looked at her in disbelief. How did this little brat come to this today? Before, she begged Yvette to stay and care for that old man, and now she’s driving her away?
She turned and sat on the sofa, adopting a posture, "Elara, this isn’t how you do things. You can’t use people when you need them and discard them when you don’t. Is this your upbringing?"
Elara remained calm, "Auntie Yvette, I’m just adhering to our agreement. As for the previous one hundred thousand I lent you, I still say the same—if you continue to stay, the longer you stay, the less you’ll need to repay. If you leave, then just return fifty thousand to me."
Yvette Sommers placed her feet on the coffee table, sneering, "What money? I don’t know! You must give me fifteen thousand a month, or I’ll make sure you have no peace!"
"Auntie Yvette, if you choose to act like this, I’ll have no choice but to call the police," Elara didn’t back down.
Yvette Sommers had a sharp look in her eyes, "You dare? You don’t want your father to live well, do you?"
Elara knew her well, expected her to be difficult, and had already planned for a long-term battle. From the start, she knew this issue wouldn’t end easily.
Thus, she didn’t continue arguing with Yvette, but instead turned towards the bedroom, "I’ll go check on my father."
She had anticipated that Yvette would refuse to stay. Her proposed eight thousand salary was surely inadequate for Yvette.
But Elara didn’t expect that after taking two steps, she would hear Yvette impatiently say, "Eight thousand it is, but remember, it only starts next month. You still have to transfer fifteen thousand to me next Monday."
Elara was stunned, paused, and turned to look at her, "Are you sure?"
Yvette’s face was filled with resentment, snorting with her nostrils, and she stood up to return to her room.
If it weren’t for Aidan’s recent expenses, she wouldn’t agree to Elara’s terms.
Eight thousand a month is chump change!
Thinking of this, Yvette’s anger at her unambitious son flared up again.
If it weren’t for him, would she be facing such humiliation from Elara?
Yvette returned to her room and, upon seeing Aidan lying in bed playing games, her temper flared even more.
She angrily snatched his phone from him.
Aidan, wearing headphones originally, had them yanked off, causing a sweet voice from the game to say, "Brother Aidan, why aren’t you moving forward? Are we playing the next round?"
Aidan quickly replied, "Yes, wait a moment..."
Before he could finish, Yvette interrupted him furiously, "What playing? Can’t you do something meaningful? All you do is play games or sleep. How did I end up raising such a useless thing like you?"
She then directed her anger at the girl on the other end of the line, "You little hussy, did your mother forget to give you bones when you were born? At such a young age, clinging to boys, trying to make money? Not a chance! Let me tell you, stay away from Aidan, you’re not good enough for him!"
The girl on the other end was scared to tears, calling "Brother Aidan" once more before falling silent.
Aidan visibly stressed, urgently reached to take the phone from Yvette, but she refused, hurling it to the ground!
The phone shattered, and Aidan’s face darkened. Coldly, he looked at Yvette, "Are you satisfied now? Do you even consider me your son? Am I nothing but a tool to you, an accessory? I’m not allowed to have a life of my own?"
His words made Yvette’s heart ache with anger, she pointed at him and cursed, "Say that again? I raised you with all my efforts to rise and make something of yourself! You ungrateful! If I’d known this, I would have ended your life early!"
"I couldn’t care less about this damned life, take it any time!" Aidan shouted back, storming out and slamming the door.
He happened to run into Elara, who was outside listening in.
He mocked, "Satisfied? Is this what you wanted? From today, I will never set foot in this house again. You’re unwelcome, I’m unwelcome!"
Elara simply stood there, watching him, saying nothing.
Aidan turned around, slamming the door as he left.
Yvette cried behind the closed bedroom door.
Ignoring the drama, Elara cooked her father dinner, helped him to bed, and left.
Regarding Yvette and Aidan, they were merely housemates; Elara wouldn’t waste much effort on them.
Upon arriving home, Elara found Zion Fitzwilliam sitting on the sofa, and casually greeted him after changing her shoes, "Still up?"
Zion responded with a "Hmm," "Waiting for you."
"Waiting for me?" Elara questioned, a bit perplexed, "Did something happen?" 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮
Zion chuckled, shaking a stack of invitation cards in his hand, "Grandma just sent them over through a courier."
He rose and approached Elara, taking her hand and placing the stack of invitations in it, "Grandma said you can bring anyone along, she got many from her old friend, and if they’re not enough, she can ask for more."
Elara was shocked, having heard all about the eventful Warner Family banquet causing a stir in Northgarde lately.
Invitations that were scarce outside, she had them effortlessly... she quickly counted them, eight?
This was too unbelievable.
