Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 150: Aunt Hale, Please Give Me Another Chance

Chapter 150: Chapter 150: Aunt Hale, Please Give Me Another Chance

Cecilia Quincy listened to this and immediately tried to shut the door without saying a word.

Jasmine hurriedly pushed against the door, anxiously saying, "Aunt Quincy, you can’t just ignore me. Have you forgotten what you promised when you adopted me from the welfare home? You said you would make me a wealthy family’s daughter, you promised me!"

Cecilia Quincy pushed the door forcefully, but Jasmine also put in all her strength to keep it open. Cecilia couldn’t close it immediately and could only impatiently reprimand her, "Let go! I promised you because I thought you would bring me benefits, but you are useless. Instead of bringing me pride, you cause trouble constantly. I can barely take care of myself now, I have no time for you, so get lost!"

Jasmine shook her head vigorously, crying, "But you promised me! If you don’t help me and that crazy woman Kylie Dalton doesn’t help me, what can I do? I need to pay my tuition fees tomorrow, can you pay it for me first?"

"Go find Elara!" Cecilia Quincy sneered and said, "Didn’t she want to adopt you initially? Go find her! She’s so kind-hearted, she surely won’t ignore you!"

Jasmine was stunned, "Elara..."

"Yes, Elara!" Cecilia Quincy spoke with a hint of venom, gritting her teeth, "She was the first to want to adopt you, I just intervened casually. Now that you’re in a bind, you should go to her!"

Jasmine hesitated, not moving, "But I treated her so badly back then..."

She couldn’t believe that after everything that happened, Elara would still help her.

Cecilia’s tone carried a hint of persuasion, "Why wouldn’t she? Didn’t you say she had been financially assisting you for years? She has feelings for you; if you apologize sincerely, she won’t sit by and do nothing. After all, this concerns your future, she’s the kindest and softest-hearted person, if she refuses, that would be too inhumane."

Taking advantage of Jasmine’s moment of hesitation, she slammed the door shut with a bang!

Who was she kidding? She had divorced Mason Jacobs, so how could she still invest her energy in Jasmine?

Back then, she adopted Jasmine to make Mason Jacobs and The Jacobs think she was more compassionate than Elara. Now she has no use for Jasmine!

She only had a little over a million in hand, with her father in the police station needing money to smooth things over; she also needed to maintain her own image—there were many expenses, she couldn’t waste money playing the saint anymore.

Wasn’t Elara supposed to be kind, generous, and loving? Of course, this is her responsibility!

Cecilia Quincy snorted coldly, turned, and went upstairs to continue packing.

She needed to finish packing and move out within three days.

Thinking about no longer being Mrs. Jacobs, unable to have endless pocket money and luxury goods, she felt a bit down, but then she thought, after divorcing Mason Jacobs, there would be no obstacles between her and Zayne Warner, and once she secured Zayne Warner, what kind of life couldn’t she live?

Although last time Zayne Warner let Mason Jacobs take her away, she thought it was because Zayne Warner had no position, that’s why he didn’t stop it.

Moreover, before leaving, she also saw the heartache and reluctance in Zayne Warner’s eyes; she thought, if Zayne Warner knew she didn’t blame him, he would surely be overjoyed.

Thinking about this, Cecilia Quincy felt even more motivated.

At this moment, her mother called her. Instead of the previous hostility, she spoke mysteriously,

"Cece, you stayed with Mason Jacobs for so long, you must have some savings, right? I contacted someone with connections who can help us get your dad out, just fifty thousand, transfer the money to me quickly."

Cecilia’s expression changed, "Fifty thousand? Why doesn’t he just rob? Where would I get fifty thousand? And don’t make decisions on your own, looking for connections and getting scammed without realizing it!"

"You ungrateful girl..." Her mother opened her mouth to scold, but remembered only Cecilia could come up with so much money, so she suppressed her anger and spoke gently, "The person isn’t a scammer; they specialize in this business, you wouldn’t understand!"

Cecilia said, "Regardless, don’t look for connections right now; wait for my news."

Her mother was stunned, "You already divorced Mason Jacobs, what connections could you possibly have?"

Cecilia smirked, "What, you think that since Mason Jacobs dumped me, I’m worthless? You slapped me too soon; I have plenty of ways without relying on Mason Jacobs!"

Her mother was delighted, her tone instantly flattering, "Of course, my daughter is the capable one!"

Listening to her mother’s flattery, a sense of pride flashed in Cecilia’s eyes, and she felt immensely satisfied.

She didn’t realize that she was like a pitiable creature, needing to constantly prove herself to secure her place in the family. This is a common situation girls face in heavily patriarchal families.

Countless instances of value denial and exploitation—some break free, soaring high, unbounded by the sky. Some can’t escape, remaining forever oppressed by such values, gradually becoming twisted.

After hanging up the phone, Cecilia hesitated for a moment, dialed Zayne Warner’s number, and hearing the "The number you have dialed is currently switched off" message, she didn’t think much of it, deciding that after settling down, she’d personally go to Zayne Warner’s apartment.

After leaving the villa, Jasmine thought it over and really went to find Elara.

She had overheard Mason Jacobs on the phone, found out Elara was injured and in the hospital, so she headed straight there.

Zion Fitzwilliam received a call from his subordinates, saying Jasmine had gone to the hospital looking for Elara and had been stopped. They asked what to do.

Zion Fitzwilliam, holding a pen in his hand, paused for a moment and smiled, "Let her in."

The grievances and humiliation Elara had endured—the time has come to reclaim them.

Even if the other party was just a child, Zion Fitzwilliam had no intention of sparing her any dignity.

After hanging up the phone, he picked up his suit jacket and turned to leave.

Hospital.

Because Zion Fitzwilliam said he’d come in the afternoon to handle the discharge paperwork, Elara spent the morning instructing the caregivers to pack. Even though she was only hospitalized, she hadn’t brought much, but during her ten-day stay, the room had been equipped with enough things to almost equate to home.

Not to mention the beautiful ornaments and various plush toys Joanne Carter bought to cheer her up, Zion Fitzwilliam’s daily small gifts accumulated to quite a number.

These items were precious to Elara; she couldn’t just leave them at the hospital.

In the end, the caregivers finished packing, filling two large plastic bags with just the trinkets.

Two knocks suddenly sounded at the door outside.

Elara found it a bit strange. Who would knock when visiting her? The first person she thought of was Esther Carter’s admirer. When the nurse opened the door and Jasmine walked in, Elara instinctively frowned.

She hadn’t seen Jasmine for several months since Jasmine was adopted by the Jacobs Family. To her, this child had become a stranger.

With Jasmine’s opportunistic nature, coming to her suddenly... was she facing some trouble? Was it because of Cecilia Quincy’s divorce from Mason Jacobs?

In just a few seconds, Elara had thought of many things, but her mood didn’t fluctuate in the slightest. She only asked, "Why are you here?"

Reuniting after a long absence, although things had been very unpleasant back then, she held no resentment or anger, only calm.

The calm came because she had long since let go, because she lived a life of sufficient happiness and tranquility, no longer holding on to those past hurts.

Jasmine had done a lot of mental preparation before coming. She thought Elara would point at her, scold her, and tell her to get out. She was ready for the worst words, yet she didn’t expect Elara’s calm and casual expression, as if looking at a stranger.

She pinched her palm, her eyes instantly reddening, and she pitifully took a few steps forward, "Aunt Hale, I’m here to apologize to you."

"I’m sorry. I was short-sighted before. I was blinded by Cecilia Quincy. I thought she genuinely cared for me, but it turned out... they hit and scold me every day, and now they’ve casually discarded me..."

"I have no way out. They won’t pay my tuition, and they don’t care about me anymore. The Jacobs Family won’t let me in their door. I have nowhere to go. If this continues, I can only return to the orphanage..."

"Aunt Hale, I finally managed to leave the orphanage. I don’t want to go back. I don’t want to live like that again. Please give me another chance..."

She said tearfully, seeing Elara’s expression remain calm and indifferent, she bit her lip and suddenly knelt down!

Elara frowned, "What are you doing? Get up."

Jasmine shook her head, crying, "If I go back to the orphanage, my life is over. I won’t have any more chances. Aunt Hale, you’re the kindest; you’ll definitely help me, right?"

In her earnest gaze, Elara gently shook her head, "I’m sorry, I sympathize with you, but your issues, I can do nothing about. You should leave."

Jasmine was shocked. This was not the outcome she wanted.

She hurriedly threw herself onto the hospital bed, gripping Elara’s hand and said, "Aunt Hale, you’re still blaming me, aren’t you? I know I was wrong. I was deceived by them. I actually wanted to follow you. Please adopt me. No, you don’t have to adopt me, just keep supporting me! I really don’t want to go back to the orphanage!"

Elara chuckled and said, "I think if your parents knew in the afterlife, seeing their daughter become like this, full of lies and schemes, they would be very disappointed."

"Aunt Hale, what are you saying?" Jasmine said unhappily, "My parents have long been dead."

"Yes, they have been long gone, but I always remember the scene when you were two, your mother carrying you on her back into the mountains. She was afraid you’d get bitten by mosquitoes, so she applied mosquito-repellent herbs on you and exposed her arms and legs, getting bitten countless times, while you were clean and untouched."

"She was so tired yet always carried hot water and soy milk powder for you. The moment you whimpered, she’d stop to make soy milk for you. Not anything valuable, but her lips were dried and chapped, not taking a sip, just seeing you drink happily, smiling brightly."

Elara continued smiling, her eyes filled with reminiscence, "I admit, it was a moving scene. That’s when I started supporting you. I thought you had such a great mother, you deserved more opportunities and a better life."

Jasmine’s eyes evaded, "But she died so early. I grew up isolated and helpless, I had no choice..."

"I understand," Elara said, looking at her like an equal adult, "Everyone has the right to choose the life they want and which path to walk is your freedom. When you were honest with me back then, I didn’t blame you but wished you well, remember?"

Jasmine suddenly recalled at Cecilia Quincy and Mason Jacobs’ wedding, the words she said to Elara and the instant paleness of Elara’s face.

Indeed, she didn’t blame her. She wished her happiness and all the best.

A surge of unspeakable feelings rose in her heart. She was still too young to distinguish what this feeling was, but instinctively had a bad premonition. She knew Elara was refusing her.

Her mind was in turmoil, the more panicked she felt, the more resentful she became, thinking why. She had swallowed her pride so much, yet why wouldn’t Elara give her a chance?

"Aunt Hale, you can’t just ignore me!" Jasmine cried, "You said before, you’d raise me to adulthood, your word can’t be worthless! Besides, it’s just supporting me; it wouldn’t cost you much, only a few thousand a month. You’re so kind, you’d definitely help me, right?"

Elara sighed, "It seems you still haven’t understood."

"Let me be straightforward then, Jasmine, I can’t adopt you, nor can I support you further. Our connection has ended. I still say the same, I don’t blame you, I wish you all the best, but I won’t retrace my steps. You should go."

Just as Jasmine was about to say more, Zion Fitzwilliam walked in holding Joanne Carter’s hand. Seeing Jasmine, he ignored her and instead smiled softly at Elara, "I’ve just finished the paperwork downstairs. The nurse will bring the wheelchair over in a moment, and I’ll take you home."

Elara smiled back, "Alright."

Joanne looked at Jasmine with some fear. She knew that Aunt Hale always wanted to adopt Jasmine. With Jasmine suddenly coming back to seek Aunt Hale, would Aunt Hale abandon her?

She hesitated for a moment, then proactively took out the certificate from her backpack and said to Elara, "Aunt Hale, look, this is my certificate from this exam. I got first place!"

Elara was a bit surprised, "Wow, really first place? You’re amazing!"

When she was in school, she wasn’t a top student herself, so she had a soft spot for top students.

Seeing her gratified look, Joanne breathed a slight sigh of relief. Maybe seeing her good grades, Aunt Hale wouldn’t disregard her, right?

At that moment, the nurse brought the wheelchair over. Zion Fitzwilliam bent down, gently carrying Elara in his arms. The man’s embrace was broad and reliable, carrying a familiar refreshing scent. Elara’s ears turned red, her heart pounding, but the moment was fleeting, and soon she was placed in the wheelchair by Zion Fitzwilliam.

A sense of indescribable loss surged, and Elara silently sighed in her heart.

They walked out, talking and laughing, not sparing Jasmine another glance.

Jasmine watched the departing family of three, their happiness and joy seemed to solidify, turning into a dagger that stabbed her heart fiercely. Her eyes turned bloodshot with envy, driving her nearly insane.

She screamed hysterically, "Aunt Hale, you promised Mrs. Langley you’d take good care of me. Are you being fair to her now? You’re just a hypocritical, pretentious person!"