Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 11: Zion Hit the Jackpot

With two knocks, the door opened.

An elderly woman with a well-proportioned figure opened the door. She wore a light green silk cheongsam with elegant and graceful patterns. Her full head of white hair was slightly fluffy and coiled at the back of her head. Although she was elderly, she exuded an extraordinary aura at first glance.

"Came alone again?"

Zion Fitzwilliam blocked Elara behind him, so Grandma Fitzwilliam only saw her grandson standing alone and instantly lost her enthusiasm. She said with disdain, "If you come back alone again next time, don’t bother visiting me, you’re just wasting my feelings."

Zion quickly stepped aside, grabbed Elara’s hand, and pushed her forward, "Grandma, my wife."

From his tone, Elara inexplicably detected a hint of pride. Her initial nervousness about "meeting the family" suddenly vanished without a trace. She looked at Grandma Fitzwilliam and greeted her politely, "Hello Grandma, I’m Elara."

When Grandma Fitzwilliam heard the name "Elara," a bright gleam flashed in her eyes as she looked meaningfully at the young troublemaker beside her.

Zion shook his head slightly. Grandma Fitzwilliam snorted, then turned to pull Elara’s hand inside, her enthusiasm increasing by several notches.

"Elara, you’ve grown up so much? Come sit down, are you tired? I have some white tea a dear friend just sent over, give it a try. What do you want for dinner? Do you like stir-fried chicken? Or maybe chicken soup instead, the fresh mushrooms just came in from the mountains!"

A trace of hesitation flashed through Elara’s heart. Grandma Fitzwilliam’s first words had the tone of a long-lost elder, yet she was meeting her for the first time.

But she didn’t have time to think too deeply, she answered Grandma Fitzwilliam’s questions one by one.

Grandma Fitzwilliam looked at her with eyes full of affection, couldn’t resist patting her on the top of her head, and sighed, "So beautiful and well-mannered, how did this brat manage to fool you?"

Elara quickly said, "Zion... he’s great too."

Grandma Fitzwilliam pursed her lips, dismissive, "Do you think I don’t know him? With that temper of his, always wearing a stern face, a rock could smell better than him!"

After a pause, her tone became affectionate again, "Elara, you don’t need to say nice things about him, Grandma knows you’ve been wronged."

Elara felt amused, instinctively glancing at Zion, who was leaning against the doorframe, shrugging helplessly at her.

Elara was both amused and exasperated.

Soon, Grandma Fitzwilliam stood up and went to the kitchen to prepare the meal. Elara hurried in to help, but Grandma Fitzwilliam pushed her out.

"You silly girl, when does anyone come to visit for the first time and insist on doing work? Aren’t you afraid people will look down on you? Go, go, sit on the sofa and relax! Grandma, I have boundless energy and am more than willing to cook for you!"

Elara was taken aback.

She remembered the first time she went back with Mason Jacobs, she was alone in the kitchen while The Jacobs were chatting and laughing in the living room. Not to mention helping, they didn’t even offer any hospitality.

She prepared a table full of dishes, and Mason Jacobs proudly praised her in front of his family, saying she was well-suited for both the living room and the kitchen.

No one taught her the things Grandma Fitzwilliam was saying, so she hadn’t felt anything was wrong at that time.

But after that, she gradually turned into the housekeeper for the Jacobs Family, taking care of everything big and small. In the two years she was married into the Jacobs Family, six servants were dismissed from the villa.

Elara came back to herself, seeing that Grandma Fitzwilliam was already busy in the kitchen, and followed in without hesitation.

Grandma Fitzwilliam looked at her helplessly, "You child..."

How can you be so simple-minded?

Elara smiled openly, "I’ll help you."

Her upbringing did not allow her to comfortably accept being waited on by an elder. Grandma Fitzwilliam genuinely cared for her, and she could not take advantage of that.

She rolled up her sleeves and began washing vegetables without reservation. Grandma Fitzwilliam’s gaze grew even gentler, her satisfaction almost overflowing. Such a pure-hearted, wonderful young woman.

Zion was indeed very lucky.

As she busied herself, Grandma Fitzwilliam casually asked Elara a few questions about her situation. Elara did not hide the fact that she had been married before and briefly mentioned her father’s disability.

Grandma Fitzwilliam did not look down on her for being divorced; instead, she was full of compassion. "That ex-husband of yours must be something else. If he couldn’t forget his first love, why marry you,? He couldn’t bear loneliness or temptation, pretending to be a romantic!

Good child, divorce was the right decision. From now onwards, Grandma will look after you, rest assured, our family is warm-hearted. If Zion dares to bully you, I won’t let him off first!"

Elara was deeply moved. She liked this kind of in-laws. If she could really become Grandma Fitzwilliam’s granddaughter-in-law, she would surely be very happy. Unfortunately, she and Zion Fitzwilliam were just a fake couple.

Cooking that meal brought her closer to Grandma Fitzwilliam. When the dishes were almost ready, the final chicken soup was put on to cook. Grandma Fitzwilliam asked Elara to watch over the soup while she went out.

Elara assumed the old lady was tired from working all day and thought nothing of it.

Little did she know, after closing the kitchen door, Grandma Fitzwilliam grabbed Zion, who was standing outside the kitchen, and dragged him to a room nearby.

Lowering her voice, she angrily scolded him, "You’re useless, what’s the point of sneaking a peek? Why didn’t you go in? If you had, I’d have naturally made myself scarce, giving you two the space to develop your relationship. I’ve waited half a day for you, and you haven’t even uttered a word!"

Zion replied helplessly, "Grandma, we’re not there yet, you should take it easy. She’d feel uncomfortable."

Hearing this, Grandma Fitzwilliam got even more frustrated, poking his shoulder hard, "Opportunities are created! With you being so timid, no wonder her ex-husband beat you to it by two years! I thought you were decisive about marrying and registering this time because you had finally figured it out, yet you still want to be a gentleman? Do gentlemen get wives?"

Zion frowned and retorted, "I can’t force her."

Grandma Fitzwilliam crossed her arms, her gaze cool, "Don’t think I don’t know; two years ago, you suddenly broke off the arranged marriage the family set up and moved to Northgarde, all because of her."

She had secretly opened his locked drawer before, so the name "Elara" left a deep impression on her.

Zion still didn’t know that his grandma had figured him out behind his back. Hearing this, he felt somewhat uneasy, "She had someone she loved at the time."

Grandma Fitzwilliam, unimpressed, said, "If you knew she had someone, why did you stay in Northgarde for two years?"

Zion avoided her gaze, explaining, "The company’s business was developing here."

"A complete mess!" Grandma Fitzwilliam snorted coldly, "A good woman is afraid of a persistent man. If you had been a little more clingy, you could be settled in by now. If you keep being so aloof and end up losing my granddaughter-in-law, there will be no end of trouble!"

At this, Zion frowned, "Grandma, I know what I’m doing, don’t interfere with Elara’s matters."

Hearing the word "know," Grandma Fitzwilliam got even more agitated, "I’ll be the death of you!"

She decided to get involved herself because her grandson wasn’t being proactive, so she had to put in the effort to keep the granddaughter-in-law she had longed for.

Having made up her mind, Grandma Fitzwilliam didn’t want to say another word to him and turned to leave.