Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 92: Look at the Treasure? Sure, She’ll Have a Granddaughter Soon!
Lucy, however, wasn’t afraid of him. She slammed the water cup on the table and coldly said, "A second marriage? With all the girls you could have, you choose someone in a second marriage? And with no family background? Zion, are you out of your mind?"
Elara felt a bit embarrassed. No matter how beautiful a person is, saying such things directly is a bit excessive.
But the other person was an elder, so she couldn’t talk back.
She could only comfort herself; it didn’t matter. After all, she and Zion weren’t a real couple. Why should she acknowledge a mother-in-law she didn’t recognize? If she didn’t acknowledge Lucy, then Lucy was just a stranger who couldn’t hurt her.
But even though she thought this way, she still felt inexplicably sad.
Zion suddenly stood up and walked in front of Lucy, his handsome face sharply defined and icy, his voice carrying a hint of warning, "Mom, watch your words!"
Lucy opened her small mouth in shock, looking at him in surprise. She was his biological mother and could tell that he was truly angry. If she didn’t listen, she might be kicked out the next moment.
She knew that over the years, her son had indulged her because he couldn’t be bothered to argue with her. Since he had come of age, he had moved out of the house, and she could only see him during the holidays. She observed that this son was becoming more and more silent, and his presence increasingly fierce. To be honest, she was a bit intimidated by him.
But he was her only son. She had read so many novels and watched so many dramas over the years, collecting a heap of material about evil mother-in-laws tormenting their daughters-in-law. She just wanted to play around.
Hmph, what the ancestors said was absolutely right. Sons are raised for others; only a husband is the dearest.
Lucy pouted, unable to bring herself to apologize, and said deliberately with a bad attitude, "Fine, fine, I won’t say anything more, okay?"
Zion gave her another warning look. Seeing her shrink her neck, he turned around and immediately softened, speaking gently to Elara, "Come on, let me show you my treasures."
Elara was pulled along in a daze, still not understanding. Did Zion just stand up to his mom for her sake?
She remembered when she was with the Jacobs Family, Kylie Dalton had slapped her for not cleaning the floor properly, just as Mason came home from work. It was her first time encountering such a situation, and she didn’t know what to do. She just covered her face, tears in her eyes, looking to Mason for help.
But Mason ignored her grievances and said his mother was old and advised her not to upset her.
At that time, she was really foolish, with filial piety weighing down on her like a mountain, making her unable to fight back or speak up. Each time, she could only swallow her grievances in silence.
How was she so foolish, not seeing that Mason didn’t love her?
Truly, without comparison, there’s no harm. To be defended feels so good, so happy, so safe.
Elara looked at the broad back ahead of her, feeling a strange sensation in her heart.
On the sofa, Lucy watched them walk into the bedroom one after the other, snorted, full of disdain. Zion was becoming increasingly disrespectful, looking at whatever treasures in front of his mom. Did he think she couldn’t guess what that meant?
She had seen her husband’s treasures countless times!
Her son hadn’t always been like this. He used to be sensible and reserved, all because of that fox Elara, corrupting him!
But on second thought, looking at treasures was good. By looking at treasures, she’d soon have a granddaughter to play with, right?
She was amazing. Young and under fifty, she’d have a granddaughter, better than those old women at the banquets.
Lucy thought of the soft little baby and immediately felt better, rushing to the kitchen to discuss with Grandma Fitzwilliam, "Mom, we must quickly renovate the house again. Turn the first floor into a children’s room. When Elara has a baby, let me take care of her. Trust me, I’ve got the experience. We need to use the best materials. Formaldehyde being over the limit is a tremendous problem, you know!"
Grandma Fitzwilliam rolled her eyes at her, wondering which nerve was acting up now.
She didn’t even dare think about having a grandchild!
In the bedroom, Zion took out a large box from a locked cabinet, blew off the dust, and placed it on the ground.
The two sat on the floor facing each other.
Zion opened the box, revealing all kinds of small toys, like plastic swords often seen in childhood, origami, and some crafts that seemed roughly made.
Elara couldn’t help but laugh, "These are your treasures?"
Zion looked deeply at her smiling face, "Yes, they’re all my treasures because these things were left by a very important person to me."
Elara was surprised, wanting to ask if it was a man or woman but felt it was too rude. But these toys were clearly from kindergarten or early school days. Did he have someone he liked even then? Did he know his sexual orientation that early?
Zion didn’t know how far her thoughts had strayed from his original intentions. He picked up a straw pineapple, handed it to her, and said with deep meaning, "This was a birthday gift from that person. She said she was too young and had no money, and when she grows up, she’ll exchange a big villa for this pineapple."
Elara chuckled, afraid of hurting him yet deeply curious, cautiously asking, "Is she the reason you came to love peeling shrimp and learned to cook?"
Zion nodded, "Yes, it’s her."
Elara sighed, "Your feelings are deep, childhood sweethearts; no wonder you can’t let go. Do you two still keep in touch?"
Zion looked at her, "We just recently reconnected. She’s not doing well. I’m afraid she won’t be able to exchange the villa—I’m very worried about her."
Elara was greatly shocked, quickly advising, "You must stay calm. Cheating in love is a big deal. You and Attorney White were doing well..."
She suddenly remembered Zion and Attorney White had just broken up, stopping mid-sentence, "Well, you’re single now, so you’re free to be with whoever you want. Is that person...single?"
She asked, a bit uneasy.
Zion smiled, "Yes, she’s single, and I’m pursuing her."
Elara felt relieved and pleased, "First loves are the hardest to forget. If you two reunite, I’ll be happy for you."
Zion’s deep eyes gazed at her for a long time before he smiled, "Then please, support us."
Elara quickly replied, "Of course, I will." 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶
She then noticed more sheets of paper in the box, which looked like classroom notes passed between students. She guessed they were messages exchanged with someone he liked. Curiously, she glanced at them and saw two distinctly different handwriting styles. One was neat and clean, with beautiful calligraphy, while the other... just better than a dog’s scratches, honestly hard to look at.
The good handwriting was obviously Zion’s.
Elara imagined what kind of handsome guy would have such terrible handwriting and yet could captivate Zion for so many years.
Hmm, she couldn’t imagine.
Nonetheless, she told Zion, "If you two eventually get together, and if he’s okay with it, we can continue this marriage of convenience. If he’s not, you must honestly tell me. Though I currently need this marriage, it’s not as if I have no other options."
Zion smiled, nodded slightly, and solemnly promised, "When the time comes, I’ll definitely let you know."
Just then, Lucy banged on the door outside, grumpily calling, "Hey, have you finished looking at the treasures yet? It’s been half an hour. Come out and eat!"
She was quite disdainful, thinking these young people had no restraint.
However, when Zion and Elara walked out, she curiously peeked inside, huh? The bed was neatly made?
Looking at the two people in front of her again, they were both neatly dressed, their faces not flushed, and they weren’t short of breath?
Were they just playing house in there for half a day?
The soft little granddaughter couldn’t be hugged, Lucy glared angrily at Zion Fitzwilliam.
Useless thing, you’re given a chance and still blow it!
Zion Fitzwilliam was confused by the glare, but since his mom was always a bit inexplicable, he didn’t pay much mind. He led Elara to the dining table, seating her at the innermost spot, and he sat beside her, arranging Grandma Fitzwilliam to sit opposite Elara.
In this way, Lucy and Elara were seated diagonally across, keeping the farthest distance.
While eating, Lucy tried to cause trouble but was swiftly rapped on the hand with chopsticks by Grandma Fitzwilliam, making her teary-eyed and quiet.
Watching the beauty’s little crying face, even Elara felt a pang of sympathy.
After the meal, Zion rejected any lingering, quickly pulling Elara along to bid farewell to Grandma Fitzwilliam and Lucy. "Grandma, Mom, we have other things, we’ll head back first."
He couldn’t stand seeing his mom giving Elara the cold shoulder any longer.
Elara initially wanted to say she didn’t mind, preferring to gaze a bit more at the lovely aunt.
But seeing Zion’s stern face, she wisely kept quiet.
Grandma Fitzwilliam was almost driven to madness by her pampered yet silly daughter-in-law. If it weren’t for this woman’s sudden arrival, Elara wouldn’t have left so soon!
She shot Lucy an angry glance and smiled at Elara, "Elara, come again another day. Grandma will make lots of delicious food for you."
Elara replied with a smile.
After they left, Lucy snorted defiantly, gritting her teeth, "What’s so proud about it, really? Someday, I’ll make her greet me every day, serve me food!"
Grandma Fitzwilliam rolled her eyes at her, "Seems like I haven’t disciplined you enough? Greet and serve, your Qing Dynasty is long gone!"
Still not satisfied, Lucy retorted, "Then I’ll make her wash clothes and mop the floor for me!"
However, there were specific housekeepers for that, which meant Elara wasn’t needed for chores.
What could Elara possibly do then? Lucy trailed into deep thought, moving aside to ponder seriously.
Grandma Fitzwilliam had no patience left for her daughter-in-law, sighed deeply, and retired to the bedroom, calling the housekeeper responsible for her meals and daily care, "Lawson, quick, come save an old woman, the dishes aren’t washed, and the floor isn’t cleaned..."
On the way home, Elara bought some fresh flowers and promptly found a vase to place them on the dining table, looking pleasing to the eye.
Zion Fitzwilliam enjoyed watching her smile, quietly accompanying her as she arranged the flowers. Afterward, they both washed up and went to bed.
Meanwhile, a small funeral was taking place at the Jenkins Family home.
At eight in the evening, Ivy Jenkins’ body was sent to the crematorium for cremation, and by nine, the urn was sent back.
Ivy’s brother, Jeff Jenkins, personally received his sister’s ashes from the escort, and immediately everyone burst into bitter tears as the urn was placed into the coffin for burial.
The chilly, eerie cemetery was all quiet, except for Ivy Jenkins’ new grave, standing a crowd of mourners.
Ivy’s parents had already fainted from crying, lamenting their daughter’s unjust death and praising her excellence.
Jeff had people take the old couple away, staring at the newly erected tombstone in grief and anger.
His sister once had such a bright future, gone in an instant.
Even if caught for embezzlement, at most she’d face a few years in jail, with money and a house to return to—why would she choose suicide?
Suicide? Not a word of it does he believe! With his sister’s character, she’d never take her own life.
He’s determined to uncover the truth, to give his sister’s soul in heaven some peace!
Jeff’s face, covered in stubble, was resolute and fierce. Wasn’t Chris Chase the one investigated together with his sister? He’ll start the investigation with him!
The next day, Elara arrived at the office on time. As soon as she entered, she sensed something off—everyone had been chatting cheerfully, but upon seeing her, they all quieted down, pretending to be busy.
She found it odd initially, but upon reaching her desk, saw Vera Ford packing her things, and asked in surprise, "Supervisor Ford, are you leaving?"
Vera beamed, "Elara, thanks to you, my performance this month shone at headquarters; they’ve hastened the transfer arrangements, and I’m reporting to headquarters today!"
Elara knew she had longed for this opportunity and was genuinely happy for her, "Let’s have a group gathering tonight, and throw you a farewell party!"
Vera winked at her, "It’s my farewell party and your celebration!"
Elara confusedly asked, "My celebration?"
Jean Dunn chuckled from the side, "That’s right, with Supervisor Ford leaving, you’re now our group’s supervisor! Congratulations, Supervisor Hale!"
Elara hadn’t expected this day to come so soon.
Since the time she was swamped with orders, many colleagues had been waiting to see her falter, assuming such a large volume of orders was temporary and she couldn’t be perpetually lucky.
Even Elara thought so.
Unexpectedly, her ongoing orders kept coming with no sign of stopping; many clients inexplicably became her loyal customers, particularly supportive of her. Even without her contact information, calls to the company demanded her to finalize deals.
Unnoticed, she’d been showered with good fortune for nearly a month.
Sending Vera to headquarters still hadn’t halted the streak.
Elara understood, whether the promotion was due to her abilities or potential, it was thanks to those continuous orders.
She smiled softly, then casually joined Vera and Jean in discussing dinner plans.
In the midst of lively chatting, the front desk suddenly called, "Miss Hale, there’s a gentleman outside wishing to see you, can you come down?"
Elara, puzzled, asked, "A gentleman, who is it?"
The receptionist replied, "He wouldn’t tell me his name, just said to have you come see him. I can’t get him to leave, so..."
Elara wouldn’t let the receptionist be in a tough spot and hurriedly said, "Okay, I’ll come down now, thank you."
