Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 86: Cecilia Quincy, Do You Really Owe Me Nothing?
Elara extended her hand and took the invitation from Cece.
Her voice was calm, "Since you’re so eager to invite me, I’ll accept it."
Cece said it was Mason’s idea, but Elara didn’t believe a word.
Mason had long been utterly fed up with her, so how could he possibly want to see her on such an important day as his wedding to Cece?
Elara roughly guessed Cece’s intention: she just wanted to provoke and disgust her. But if she really accepted the invitation and went to their wedding, it was uncertain who would end up being disgusted.
Cece stared blankly at Elara putting the invitation away. She thought Elara would become furious, start a big fight with her, or even get physical. That way, Brother Mason would see how rude and shrewish Elara was.
Wasn’t it true that she still had feelings for Brother Mason? Otherwise, would any normal woman accept an invitation to her ex-husband’s wedding?
Cece felt as disgusted as if she’d swallowed a fly, bit her lip, and said, "Elara, are you challenging me?"
Elara laughed, "You came all the way here to give me the invitation and said you and Mason both wished I’d witness your happiness. I’m just following your suggestion by accepting the invitation, how is that challenging you?"
Cece’s eyes reddened with grievance, and she choked, "Elara, I know you’ve always been bitter about me taking Mason away. A man as excellent as Brother Mason, it’s normal for you to be reluctant to let go.
But love is not about who came first. Brother Mason loves me. Besides, even if there were an order, I came before you, Elara, I owe you nothing, and you have no right to blame me."
Elara looked at her and finally said, "Love doesn’t have an order of arrival, but at least there should be a sense of decorum and morality. You and Mason may have known and loved each other first, but when I was with him, you two had already broken up, and when I married him, you weren’t in his life.
My marriage was moral and legal. You forced yourself between us, wrecked my marriage, had an affair with him while married, and later, out of spite, used my stepbrother’s affairs to trouble and sabotage me. Miss Quincy, do you really owe me nothing?"
Cece looked at her steadily, "You do resent me for taking Brother Mason away, but Mason and I’ve loved each other sincerely, and he never loved you."
Elara laughed lightly, shaking her head, "You still don’t get my point. Your love affair has nothing to do with me, but Mason could have honestly told me everything, separated from me before being with you, but he didn’t. You could have waited for him to divorce before getting involved, but you didn’t either.
Miss Quincy, I’m telling you this not because I’m unwilling or resentful of you, nor because I still have feelings for him. Flies don’t land on a seamless egg. I have no interest in a man who has an affair during marriage, no matter how good he may be.
I just want you to know that it was my decision to let go and fulfill your relationship, and it’s your conduct that’s lacking in virtue, violating public morals. Constantly emphasizing to me that you owe me nothing just makes you look pitiable."
Cece clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging into her palm, trying to suppress the surge of emotions within.
Pitiable? Elara said she was pitiable? Haha, what a colossal joke!
What right did Elara have to call her pitiable? Brother Mason had firmly chosen her, she wasn’t rejected by the entire Jacobs Family, and she wasn’t thrown out!
Elara is the pitiable one!
She would never admit it, she couldn’t accept that a woman discarded by Brother Mason could so calmly and sharply point out all the key issues.
She owed Elara nothing, she was not wrong, she was simply pursuing her own love, why was her virtue questioned?
Cece felt a bitter taste in her throat and pressed it back several times before angrily facing Elara, "You say all this just to show you haven’t moved on from Brother Mason, haven’t you? Elara, even if your words are as sweet as honey, it doesn’t change the fact that Mason chose me, not you. No matter how hard you try, you’ll never get him."
Elara found it amusing to see her reaction. She thought she had been clear enough, but Cece’s response made it obvious: some people just want to live in their own world and refuse to listen to a single truth.
She didn’t want to say more to Cece, so she simply smiled, "Think whatever you want. Nonetheless, I wish you both happiness."
She finished speaking, turned, and left. As she passed the trash can, she stopped, glanced at Cece, "You feel unsure about your relationship with him, seeking validation from me, but I doubt you really want me at your wedding, so I’ve taken the invitation but won’t attend."
With that, she tossed the invitation into the trash can.
Cece’s tears of grievance started to fall. She clutched her palm tightly until the sticky, bloody sensation made her slowly release her hand.
Elara, why must you humiliate me like this? Can’t you just keep your distance after the divorce? You’re just an ex-wife, why keep coming between Brother Mason and me time and again?
At that moment, her phone rang. She glanced at it and answered, her tone returning to its usual gentleness, "Hello, Senior Warner."
Zayne Warner’s voice sounded a bit tense, asking, "Cece, I heard you’re marrying Mason Jacobs?"
Cece smiled shyly, "Yes, Senior Warner, Mason and I are getting married, you’ll come, right?"
Zayne paused for a moment, then said with difficulty, "Of course... I’ll be there, I want to witness your happiness with my own eyes..."
He hesitated before finally speaking, "I heard you’re pregnant... that night we..."
Cece’s face changed sharply, interrupting him sharply, "Senior Warner, watch your words! There’s nothing between us, the photos were taken with malicious intent, we both know that, right?"
"Yes, I understand..." Zayne replied, somewhat despondent, "I didn’t mean anything by it, Cece, I’m happy if you’re happy, don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone..."
"Senior Warner!" Cece quickly interrupted him, "I... I have things to do, I’ll hang up now."
"Alright." Zayne forced a smile, "Cece, I’ll definitely be at your wedding, and I’ll let everyone know that the Warner Family is your family. With me there, the Jacobs Family won’t dare neglect you."
Cece’s voice softened, "Thank you, Senior Warner."
After hanging up, her eyes darkened. She bit her lip and turned to hail a taxi.
Returning to the Jacobs’ residence, she was delighted to see the familiar car parked outside the villa, Mason had returned!
She quickened her pace, and just before entering, she heard Kylie Dalton’s piercing voice, "What’s going on? You’re divorced, why hasn’t that woman canceled the adoption application yet? Why was the process notification sent to our Jacobs Family?! What on earth is Elara trying to do?!"
The name "Elara Hale" instinctively made Cecilia Quincy stop in her tracks. She frowned—an adoption application? Elara wants to adopt a child?
Then came Mason Jacobs’ calm voice, "Mom, the decision to adopt a child was made jointly between Elara and me. She probably forgot to cancel my part of the agreement after the divorce. I’ll inform the orphanage later."
Kylie Dalton remained sharp-tongued. "I think she’s up to no good! That good-for-nothing who can’t conceive a child—so she adopts one? Our Jacobs Family now has heirs, what’s she playing at? Is she cursing Cece’s baby, hoping it won’t be born?!"
Cecilia’s body stiffened, instinctively stroking her belly.
She already understood—it’s because Elara can’t have kids. Before the divorce, she and Brother Mason applied to adopt a child. Now divorced, Elara still wants to adopt together with Brother Mason.
Ha... She said she wasn’t attached to Brother Mason at all. Elara’s acting was really convincing. Had she not heard about this, she might have been fooled.
Clearly, she wants to use the adopted child to keep ties with Brother Mason, while pretending to be aloof. Elara, how hypocritical you are!
Just as Cecilia was about to enter, she heard Mason Jacobs say, "Mom, Elara is too kind. She initially wanted to adopt for me. Now that we’re divorced, the child is of no use to her, but she didn’t cancel the adoption application because she doesn’t want to disappoint the child. You should say less."
Cecilia instinctively clenched the hem of her clothes.
In the living room, Kylie Dalton’s tone was also cutting, filled with anger. "Mason, you’re getting more and more out of line! She married into the Jacobs Family for two years with no movement in her belly; isn’t it her responsibility to find ways to perpetuate the family line? What kindness, she’s clearly trying to consolidate her position!
You think she’s adopting that child out of goodwill? I tell you, she can’t conceive with you, or with her lover either! She’s preparing in advance!"
Cecilia took a deep breath, walking in while smiling, "Auntie, Brother Mason, what are you discussing?"
Kylie Dalton, still filled with residual anger, saw Cecilia and felt annoyed again. With a cold face, she scolded, "What are you up to? I told you this morning I want pear soup, pear soup! Where’s the soup you cooked? You’re lazy even before officially moving in!"
Cecilia bit her lip in embarrassment, striving to hold back her tears. "Auntie, I was going out to buy pears but searched several supermarkets and couldn’t find them..."
Kylie Dalton glared at her, "Couldn’t find them? You’re lying! I think you just don’t want to cook for me, running out to slack off!"
With tears in her eyes, Cecilia pitifully looked at Mason Jacobs, "Brother Mason, I’m really not like Auntie says..."
Mason Jacobs glanced at Kylie Dalton, speaking lightly, "Mom, that’s enough. Cece is pregnant; don’t trouble her."
If Cecilia hadn’t involved Mason Jacobs, it would have been fine. But involving him made Kylie Dalton hate her even more. Damn little witch, not even married yet, already turning my son against me, more arrogant than Elara!
At that moment, Mason Jacobs had spoken, and Kylie Dalton knew that if she continued to make things difficult for Cecilia, this bitch might just whisper something to her son later. She grudgingly admitted defeat.
What to be afraid of? This Jacobs Family belongs to her. Mason may protect this little vixen, but he spends most of his time at the company.
She has plenty of opportunities to deal with Cecilia!
With that thought, Kylie Dalton cast a cold glance at Cecilia before turning to return to her room.
Cecilia moved to Mason Jacobs’ side, feeling a bit guilty and uneasy. "Brother Mason, Auntie seems very angry with me. Should I go out again to continue searching? If I don’t cook the pear soup, Auntie will surely blame me."
Mason Jacobs’ voice turned gentle. "No need to cook. That’s just her nature. In the future, whatever she asks you to do, let the servants handle it. Don’t mind her. You’re pregnant, so take good care of yourself."
"Alright." Cecilia gazed at him with deep affection, her eyes filled with tears. "Brother Mason, it feels like a dream, getting to marry you. In the future, I’ll be your lawful wife, and no one can separate us."
Mason Jacobs’ expression froze.
In his memory, it seemed someone else had said something similar to him.
That was on his wedding night with Elara.
She wore a red gown, sitting on their marital bed with her face blushing as she watched him walk in.
As he pulled her into his embrace, she said, "Mason, we are now husband and wife. It feels like a dream. From now on, we’ll walk side by side, managing our little home together, and no one can separate us."
And he had solemnly agreed.
At that time, the promise felt like a vow, even though he didn’t know why, when marrying her as a stopgap, he made such a sincere commitment, leaving him almost believing it.
Elara’s smile appeared in his mind. He suddenly realized that in these two years, he seemed to have taken some things for granted. Whenever he looked back, she’d be standing behind him, smiling tenderly. Each time he saw her smile, he’d feel an inexplicable emotion.
He believed marrying Cecilia would evoke the same feeling, but even now, he couldn’t find it.
That feeling, where one glance would bring peace and calm, no matter the exhaustion outside, upon seeing that moment, would bring relaxation and reassurance.
"Brother Mason, Brother Mason!" Cecilia sensed Mason Jacobs’ distraction and panicked, quickly calling him, "Brother Mason, what’s wrong?"
Mason Jacobs was pulled from his memories, feeling a bit irritated. He forced a smile at Cecilia, "I was thinking about our wedding, picturing you in a wedding dress walking towards me—you’re bound to be beautiful."
Cecilia’s face showed a shy smile as she gently leaned against him. "Brother Mason, you don’t know how happy I am to marry you."
Mason Jacobs gently stroked her shoulder, absent-mindedly saying, "Me too. Marrying you, I’m very lucky."
Moments later, he gently pushed Cecilia away, softly saying, "I still have some work to do; I’ll accompany you later."
Having said that, he turned upstairs and entered the study.
Cecilia watched his back, biting her lip. Is Elara truly kind and loving? It’s just adopting a child; how hard can that be?
She lowered her eyes, concealing her emotions.
