Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 95: Call Zion Fitzwilliam in for Backup
Elara hadn’t spoken yet, but Yvette Sommers disagreed and began, "Old Hale, what things are you talking about, I’ll go get them, let Elara sit down and talk to Carter, get to know each other better."
David Hales was unwavering and insisted, "You don’t know where it is. Let Elara come with me."
In front of the guest, Yvette Sommers couldn’t say anything further, so she urged Elara, "Hurry up and go, don’t keep them waiting too long."
The words had reached this point, Elara couldn’t help but understand.
Yvette Sommers was not finding a man for herself, she was finding one for her.
Elara felt an unexplainable stifling frustration in her heart. She didn’t say a word and pushed David Hales’ wheelchair straight into the bedroom.
Once the bedroom door was closed, David Hales sighed, filled with guilt, and said, "Elara, I’m sorry, I didn’t know your Auntie Yvette... she actually took it upon herself to find you a match. She didn’t say anything to me, if I had known, I definitely wouldn’t have let you come here."
Elara was speechless too, after pausing she said, "I’ll go outside and explain to them."
David Hales nodded, "If you don’t like it, just find an excuse and reject it. You don’t need to worry about your Auntie Yvette. At most, she’ll fuss a little; she won’t be able to stir up much trouble."
After speaking, he looked up at Elara, full of sorrow and sighed, "But it’s you, dad really hopes you can quickly get over the pain from the Jacobs Family. While you’re young, find another one, and dad can be at ease."
Elara smiled, casually saying, "I’m not in a hurry, I’ll talk about it when I meet the right person in the future. If I don’t find one, being on my own is quite good too."
David Hales sighed, disagreeingly said, "You’re already thirty, how many youthful years do you have left? In a lifetime, one must find a partner, otherwise, in this long life, there won’t be anyone to care for you. You may not feel it when you’re young, but you’ll understand when you’re old. Right now I’m just worried about you in the world, if you’re alone, I’ll surely be scolded to death by your mother in the afterlife."
Elara was stunned for a moment, her father was a very traditional man, and only these past years after family upheavals had he occasionally expressed true feelings. But this kind of straightforward expression of concern and love had never happened before.
David Hales continued, "You should still quickly find someone while you’re young, and have a child before thirty-five. After thirty-five, having children can be too damaging to a woman’s body. Your mother is... alas, she’s had a sore back for decades."
Elara opened her mouth but ultimately did not reveal that she might not be able to conceive. How many men could accept the idea of having no children? She had actually long since prepared herself for a lonely old age.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t insist on adopting Jasmine.
She hesitated for a moment but ultimately didn’t mention anything about Zion Fitzwilliam, she didn’t want to deceive her father just to make him feel better.
Before long, Yvette Sommers was outside knocking on the door, her tone nauseatingly cordial, "Old Hale, Elara, have you got the things? The guest is still waiting, don’t chat endlessly."
Elara then walked over to open the door, pushing her father out and then looked at Yvette Sommers and said, "Auntie Yvette, I am grateful you arranged this for me, but I currently have no interest in a second marriage. Should you decline him, or should I?"
Yvette Sommers’ face instantly darkened, she cautiously glanced toward the living room, seeing Dylan Carter wasn’t paying attention, then grabbed Elara and said furiously,
"Are you stupid? Dylan Carter is the director of a proper university admissions office, has a car and a house, good job, good looks, his parents are highly educated too, you wouldn’t know how fortunate you’d be to marry him! If his previous wife hadn’t divorced him foolishly, it wouldn’t be your turn!"
Elara frowned, "I don’t want any conditions."
She saw it clearly, she couldn’t rely on Yvette Sommers anymore, so she disregarded courtesy and directly went into the living room and said to the man on the sofa, "I’m sorry, my family didn’t discuss this with me in advance. I’m not looking for someone in the coming years. Sorry for wasting your time today."
Having said that, she directly retrieved a few boxes of gifts from the entrance and handed them to the man.
This was really rude, not only to a guest but even to a friend. She had never been taught like this since childhood, especially since he was a victim too.
But for this matter, she didn’t want to leave Yvette Sommers any room to maneuver.
So, she could only be rude.
Yvette Sommers angrily ran over to pull her, "Elara, do you know what you’re doing? Do you think you’re some celestial beauty? A divorced woman isn’t worth much in the marriage market, understand? Being able to find someone like Mr. Carter is a blessing from your ancestors!"
Elara looked at her, calm and composed, "Auntie Yvette, my worth isn’t determined by the marriage market, I think highly of myself. As fellow women, as fellow divorced women, your malice toward me is unreasonably strong."
She didn’t know why Yvette Sommers was in such a hurry unless Yvette had benefited from it.
Otherwise, why would Yvette Sommers arrange a marriage for her?
If that were the case, she certainly had to refuse even more firmly.
She firmly looked at Dylan Carter and reiterated, "I’m sorry for wasting your time today."
The implication of sending him off was quite clear.
At this stage, how could Dylan Carter not see what was going on? He smiled politely, stood up, and said, "Miss Hale, you don’t need to feel sorry. It’s my fault for coming here without understanding the situation."
Elara breathed a sigh of relief; it was good that he wasn’t someone who would keep pestering.
However, to her surprise, Dylan Carter looked at her and continued, "But I really admire Miss Hale’s personality. Can we exchange contact details and be friends?"
Elara instantly felt a headache, was he implying that he still wanted to keep in touch?
There was no way she could accept it, so she had to politely decline, "Sorry, I..."
Before she could refuse, Dylan Carter smiled indulgently and said, "Miss Hale, I understand your meaning, but I think since we’re both single, why not continue to get to know each other? It doesn’t hurt, does it? If it’s suitable, great. If not, being friends is also nice."
Elara was really not good at dealing with men who were so persistent. Her first love was Mason Jacobs, and she was the one who confessed first.
Left with no choice, she had to go ahead with a hard refusal, "Sorry, I currently have a stable relationship."
Dylan Carter obviously didn’t believe it, because if she had a partner, she would’ve mentioned it upfront instead of only saying it now when cornered.
Of course, he wouldn’t give up so easily, and he smiled, "There’s no need to lie. If it’s convenient, why not have a meal together someday? I really want to befriend you."
Elara hesitated for a moment, ready to nod in agreement, when Yvette Sommers suddenly interjected coldly, "Why not today? If you’re in a relationship your family doesn’t even know about, why not invite the person over for a meal, so we can all meet?"
Elara was really caught in a bind now; she had merely used an excuse to refuse, where would she find a stable partner now?
But if she didn’t bring someone over, Yvette and Dylan wouldn’t relent, and they’d discover her lie, making things worse.
What should she do? Should she call Zion Fitzwilliam over to help?
Since he had just dropped her off, he might not be home yet, so she said to Yvette and Dylan, "Please wait a moment, I’ll make a call."
With that, she took out her phone and walked aside.
David Hales lingered, watching her closely, "Elara, you don’t need to..."
Elara knew her father worried she’d find someone to pretend for peace, but now it was the most feasible way, plus if she called Zion Fitzwilliam over, her father might be reassured about her situation.
After all Zion Fitzwilliam was someone that counts.
And Zion Fitzwilliam was her nominal husband anyway; asking him for this favor wouldn’t bother him.
Elara comforted herself with these thoughts, but when she dialed the number, her palms still sweated from embarrassment.
The phone had barely rung once when it was picked up, Zion Fitzwilliam’s deep magnetic voice came through, "What’s up?"
Elara Hale steeled herself and said, "Are you home yet?"
Zion Fitzwilliam paused for a moment, then replied, "...not yet."
Elara Hale asked embarrassingly, "Can you come back once?"
Downstairs, Zion Fitzwilliam who was in the car, upon hearing this, looked up.
The fourth floor was brightly lit, no sound could be heard.
But she wouldn’t make such a request for no reason. Has she run into trouble?
Elara Hale in front of the people inside the room couldn’t say it too obviously, so she simply explained, "My dad wants to meet you."
Zion Fitzwilliam held the phone and realized, her family was urging her to remarry, so she called him to deal with the situation?
He gladly accepted, meeting the parents meant the relationship was officially recognized, and if she ever considered divorce, she’d have to weigh those open entanglements carefully.
How nice, his bargaining chips increased again.
He smiled slightly and said, "Sure, I’m coming right over."
Elara Hale heard his reply and immediately felt relieved, no matter what, today as long as this play is acted out well, it’s all good.
David Hales saw that Elara Hale called him over and quickly said to Yvette Sommers, "Quickly reheat the kitchen dishes."
Although reluctant, facing Dylan Carter, Yvette Sommers couldn’t say anything, so she went into the kitchen.
David Hales then let Elara Hale push him into the bedroom to change clothes; he didn’t know there was a guest coming home today, he was wearing very casual home clothes. At this moment, he had Elara Hale open the wardrobe door, pointed to the suit hanging at the very end and said, "Get me that outfit."
Elara Hale said surprised, "Dad, isn’t this the one you bought when you married Mom?"
More than thirty years ago, a high-end custom suit supposedly cost her father two months’ salary.
Even until now, it’s treasured like a prized possession, usually even Yvette Sommers isn’t allowed to touch it.
David Hales chuckled, "Isn’t this meeting the son-in-law? Your mom’s not here, dad is in such a situation, need to dress up properly, can’t let you lose face."
There’s one more thing he didn’t say, when looking for a partner nowadays, people look at the family too, he being a cripple would be seen as a burden, he wanted to leave a good impression for his daughter’s boyfriend so as not to have Elara disliked because of him.
Elara Hale’s heart felt sour, her father’s thoughtful concern seemed entirely unnecessary to her, because Zion Fitzwilliam simply wouldn’t care about that.
But she said nothing, helped her father change clothes, just pushed him into the living room when the doorbell rang.
Elara Hale hurried to open the door, seeing Zion Fitzwilliam at the door and was astounded, "You came so quickly!"
It hasn’t even been ten minutes since hanging up the phone, right?
Zion Fitzwilliam smiled, "I was doing something nearby when you called, not far away."
Then he handed the gift in hand to David Hales, respectfully said, "Uncle, this is a small token of appreciation, thank you for raising Elara so well, I will take good care of her in the future."
Seeing his daughter’s boyfriend so handsome, speaking and acting without a flaw, David Hales was already smiling until his eyebrows were not visible, quickly took the gift box, politely said, "You, child, why buy something when you come, quickly, come in and sit."
He placed the gift box in a corner, then called Elara Hale to make tea, to use his favorite pre-rain Longjing to entertain Zion Fitzwilliam.
Previously Dylan Carter didn’t receive such treatment.
Dylan Carter was not annoyed, instead stood up and reached out to Zion Fitzwilliam, politely said, "Hello, I’m Dylan Carter, the admissions officer at Glenwood Academy, may I know your name?"
In front of Zion Fitzwilliam, he is full of confidence.
The boyfriend Miss Hale found, though has a good-looking face, may not be better conditioned than him.
Someone like him in his early forties, with a car, house, no loans, although with a child, has a glamorous job, successful career, and he’s not ugly, just that the pretty boy is too handsome.
He completely has the ability to compete.
Even though Miss Hale doesn’t like him, but he holds onto resources her family needs, even for her brother, she has to consider.
He indeed quite likes Elara Hale, young, vibrant, beautiful, good figure, most importantly, with correct values, handles man-woman relationships neatly, doesn’t play games.
And listening to her stepmother say, all sorts of housework are presentable, graduated from a prestigious university, this kind of girl is most suitable to marry home as a wife.
In every aspect, she is very attractive to him.
Worth his effort.
He looked at Zion Fitzwilliam with visibly hostile eyes, while Zion Fitzwilliam stood in front of him, towering over him by a head, saying nothing, just standing there made Dylan Carter feel an inexplicable sense of pressure.
"Mr. Carter, pleasure to meet you." Zion Fitzwilliam curved his lips, smiling not reaching his eyes, maintaining surface politeness, "Surname is Fitzwilliam."
Not even bothering to say his name.
Even facing Dylan Carter’s initiative to shake hands, he ignored it.
Dylan Carter wasn’t embarrassed, held his hand in air for a moment, then withdrew, made a gesture for sitting, "Let’s sit and chat."
Zion Fitzwilliam sat down nearby, casually received the tea Elara Hale brewed, gently said, "No need for all the trouble, sit and rest."
Elara Hale smiled briefly, nodded.
This atmosphere is indeed a bit strange, she originally thought that when Zion Fitzwilliam comes, Dylan Carter would leave.
Unexpectedly, Dylan Carter actually did not leave.
What is he trying to do? She already has a boyfriend, does he still want to pry into her relationship?
Her remaining bit of favor towards Dylan Carter was gone.
Dylan Carter looked at Zion Fitzwilliam, smiled, asked, "I wonder what Mr. Fitzwilliam does for work?"
Zion Fitzwilliam took a sip of water, calmly said, "Insurance sales."
Upon hearing these four words, disdain flashed in Dylan Carter’s eyes.
An insurance salesman, as he thought, just a pretty but useless face.
