Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 151: Still Calling Yourself a Young Girl? In Two Years You Won’t Even Be a Young Woman Anymore

Chapter 151: Chapter 151: Still Calling Yourself a Young Girl? In Two Years You Won’t Even Be a Young Woman Anymore

The family of three finally stopped walking.

Elara no longer had anything to say to Jasmine; everything that needed to be said had been said. Whether Jasmine was willing to accept reality was her own concern, and had nothing to do with Elara anymore.

It was Zion Fitzwilliam who stopped.

He turned to look at Jasmine, his dark eyes filled with a cold indifference. Jasmine instinctively shrank back under his gaze; she was terrified of this man.

Zion Fitzwilliam spoke, his tone equally cold, "Elara had promised Mrs. Langley to take good care of you. She did everything she could. Before bringing you here, she personally arranged the room, spending a lot of time and effort, just hoping you would adapt to your new home quickly. She had no children, and upon adopting you, she planned to treat you as her own daughter. She intended to nurture you well, send you to learn instruments you were interested in, let you attend college, and later buy you a car and a house to ensure you had a happy life. But you were the one who gave all of this up."

"You have no right to accuse her of hypocrisy. The hypocrite is you. You are the petty person you claim others to be. Elara has a clear conscience."

"You came to her only because you had nowhere else to turn. But you must understand one thing: in this world, every choice you make comes with consequences. No one is obliged to stand in the same place forever waiting for you. Elara won’t help you, and I won’t help you. Whether you live or die in the future is none of her business, understand?"

He showed no emotion, but his presence was overwhelming. Jasmine was so terrified that she dared not speak until Zion Fitzwilliam ushered Elara and Joanne Carter away, and only then did she breathe a sigh of relief, collapsing dejectedly to the ground.

So, Aunt Hale had done so much for her? Had she really thought about how to care for her entire life, even considering buying a house and a car...?

Jasmine’s heart was a mix of emotions, filled with regret and resentment. She regretted listening to Cecilia Quincy’s nonsense back then, and resented Elara for not telling her these things earlier. If Elara had told her, perhaps she wouldn’t have chosen Cecilia!

What should she do now? The Jacobs kicked her out, Cecilia Quincy won’t help her, and neither will Elara. She doesn’t even have a place to stay...

Jasmine started to cry, lamenting her misfortune and hating those who stood by and did nothing.

Coming out of the hospital, Zion Fitzwilliam carefully observed Elara’s expression, "Are you upset?"

Elara heard, paused for a moment, then shook her head with a smile, "Not upset."

It’s all in the past. She’s doing well, and others are the ones who should be upset.

Zion Fitzwilliam saw that her expression didn’t seem faked and finally relaxed, comforting her, "Those who truly love you will never hurt you. Seeing their true colors early on is a good thing for you. Fortunately, you’re still young, and life has endless possibilities."

Elara smiled and said, "Why do I feel like you’re talking strangely today, as if I’ve encountered something terrible?"

Zion Fitzwilliam opened his mouth but didn’t dare to continue.

If one day, she learns that her marriage with Mason Jacobs was full of deceit and manipulation, that the person she once wholeheartedly loved was actually a demon, would she lose hope?

He didn’t know, but he was afraid she would, so he subconsciously began to comfort her in advance.

Zion Fitzwilliam made a silent determination in his heart that no matter what, he could not let her know those truths. Such facts were too cruel and painful, and he couldn’t bear to let her suffer like that again.

Her early life was already fraught with storms, and now that he’s by her side, he would not let more storms fall upon her.

The person happiest about Elara rejecting Jasmine was Joanne Carter. She walked with a bit more spring in her step and vividly recounted funny school stories.

The Jacobs Family.

Mason Jacobs stood in the living room smoking, the crimson glow of the cigarette flickering in and out of view, unsettling Rosalind Jacobs, who was sitting on the sofa.

The atmosphere was tense. Kylie Dalton tried to mediate, "Mason, you know Rosalind is about to arrange a marriage with the Grayson Family. If there’s an unknown child in our family, the Grayson Family will think too much of it. That little b... that child was originally adopted by Cecilia Quincy and doesn’t really relate to our family. Kicking her out is kicking her out."

Mason Jacobs looked up at his mother, his anger threatening to burst his chest, but he said nothing.

Over the years, it became a habit. His father left the family affairs early on and ran off for leisure, and his mother had a hard time raising him and his sister alone. He had grown used to not letting his mother be disappointed.

Even though he had climbed to a high position over the years, this habit continued to grip him tightly.

He inhaled deeply on his cigarette, then exhaled. As Rosalind Jacobs watched his gloomy expression, she felt increasingly uneasy, gripping the leather surface of the sofa. After struggling internally, she finally spoke,

"Brother, I’m the one who drove her out. If you have to blame someone, blame me."

Kylie Dalton immediately got anxious, "How can you take the blame? It was my idea. Mason, I really don’t understand why you care so much about that girl. What does she have to do with you? She’s not your biological child..."

At this point, she suddenly froze, suspiciously eyeing Mason Jacobs, "Could it be that child is really yours..."

"No." Mason Jacobs coldly spat out two words and turned to leave.

Kylie Dalton quickly asked, "Where are you going? I’m telling you, you absolutely cannot bring that child back, got it? The Grayson Family wouldn’t accept it!"

Mason Jacobs paused his steps but said nothing.

Rosalind Jacobs watched Mason Jacobs’ figure disappear out the door, hesitated for a moment, and then looked at her mother, "Mom, is Brother really going to bring that little brat back?"

Kylie Dalton’s face was stern, "If he can even consider our family, he won’t do something so foolish, but I’m afraid..."

Rosalind Jacobs didn’t understand, "But why does Brother care so much about that child?"

Anger flashed in Kylie Dalton’s eyes. She suppressed it and said, "I guess it’s because of that little wench Elara!"

"Elara?" Rosalind Jacobs was stunned, "What does Elara have to do with it? Brother’s been divorced from her for over half a year."

Kylie Dalton replied coldly, "That little wench sponsored that wild child back then and later insisted on adopting her. Your brother probably wanted to keep Jasmine because of Elara. Now that he’s divorced from that witch Cecilia Quincy, who knows what he’s thinking?"

Rosalind Jacobs frowned deeply, "No way. Elara is already married. Brother would still be interested in her?"

Kylie Dalton’s face was gloomy, but she said nothing more.

Some things, Rosalind didn’t know, but she knew very well.

Back then, Mason was clearly aiming for that foolproof plan when getting close to Elara, but after they dated for more than half a year, she sensed something was off.

It started with Mason proposing to marry Elara. She was shocked and demanded to know why. Because for that matter, there was no need for Mason to risk his own marriage. A fool like Elara didn’t require marriage; dating for a while would have been enough to understand her completely.

But Mason insisted on marriage, saying that only marriage could ensure foolproof. She had no choice but to agree. To prevent Elara from taking any family assets, she deliberately drafted a severe prenuptial agreement. When Elara married into the Jacobs Family, she had no dowry or three golds, and she wouldn’t get any money after marriage either.

Who would have thought Mason would strongly oppose that agreement? Although he eventually agreed to her terms, he gave Elara at least a hundred thousand before the wedding.

After marriage, he even provided Elara with a supplementary card with a credit limit of a million, allowing her to use it freely. As her mother, her own monthly allowance was only two hundred thousand, yet he gave Elara half of that.

She realized then that her son wasn’t as indifferent to Elara as he seemed on the surface. She thought divorce would be a new beginning, but unexpectedly, he still had feelings for Elara!

What’s so good about that slut, Elara? How does she deserve him?

Kylie felt puzzled, but she had to nip this in the bud. She would never agree to that slut Elara seducing her son and returning to the Jacobs!

Putting those thoughts aside, she looked at Rosalind and asked, "Did you arrange for Young Master Grayson to come over for dinner like I asked?"

At these words, Rosalind frowned and reluctantly said, "Mom, you saw how that person acted the other day. Do I really have to marry him?"

Kylie snorted coldly, "Wasn’t it you who chose him? I said you shouldn’t marry, but you insisted because of your brother, and now it’s a done deal. What can you do if you don’t marry? If you offend the Grayson Family, how will the Jacobs Family fare?"

Rosalind sighed, lowered her head, and dejectedly said, "How was I supposed to know he was like that, just a... a rogue!"

A couple of nights ago, the Grayson Family and the Jacobs Family had a meal together, originally to foster an acquaintance between her and Young Master Grayson, and for the parents to get to know each other. Unexpectedly, Young Master Grayson showed up with a woman!

And two at that!

One on each arm, looking so carefree!

If those women were respectable, it might have been understandable, but they were dressed like streetwalkers, making people sick!

Yet his parents seemed to be used to it, not caring at all, inviting Owen to sit down, and continuing their conversation as usual.

Her brother didn’t say anything either, so she had to remain silent.

During dinner, Young Master Grayson cursed wildly, took out some white powder to snort, and even groped those women’s chests on the spot...

Rosalind thought Young Master Grayson might just engage in drinking and gambling, but didn’t expect him to be into cocaine as well. How could he touch that stuff? And his actions were so unruly, like a little punk!

No wonder the Grayson Family, with its high status, was able to accept the Jacobs Family.

Such an unruly person, though good-looking, was not someone she wanted at all!

Kylie, seeing her full of disdain, sighed and could only advise, "Now things are like this, and you shouldn’t think of breaking off the engagement. The Jacobs Family can’t bear the consequences. Unless the Grayson Family agrees, we absolutely can’t propose it. Although Young Master Grayson is a bit of a rogue, at least you’ll be a legitimate Mrs. Grayson, and your status will be different in the future."

"With the Sommers Family in the way, you can’t find a good family in Northgarde. In comparison, the Grayson Family in Seacliff is a decent choice. Rather than marrying anyone in Northgarde, it’s better to strive for a higher status. Rosalind, you’re not a child anymore, you must understand the stakes."

Rosalind could not muster any enthusiasm, but she could listen to her mother’s words, nodding after a while, "I’ll call him, but if he doesn’t come, there’s nothing I can do."

Kylie held her hand and said, "It’s okay, Young Master Grayson being in Northgarde, my inviting him for dinner is merely courtesy. The main thing is our attitude. If he doesn’t come, it’s not our issue."

This attitude was mainly for the Grayson Family to see.

Rosalind silently nodded.

In the Sea Sound crew.

Esther Carter was calling Elara during her break.

"Really, you’re discharged? I was considering taking leave to help with that, but Mr. Fitzwilliam acted quickly!"

On the other end, Elara laughed, "Yes, focus on your acting. After you finish this film, let’s celebrate properly; after all, it’s your first time as the lead actress."

Esther was on cloud nine, "Of course, I’m a dazzling beauty with both acting skills and looks..."

Before she could finish, there was a snicker beside her, and Owen pulled off the big wig the makeup artist had just put on him, full of sarcasm, "A dazzling beauty? In two years, you won’t even be a madam."

Esther hung up and came charging over.

"You wanna say that again? Who’s a madam? Who are you calling a madam? I’ll have you know I’m your grandma!"

Owen dodged quickly, and seeing she couldn’t catch him, Esther grabbed a prop broom and swung it at him, scaring the assistant director and staff who rushed over to mediate. They both held Esther back, "Oh, dear, he’s the lead actor, you’re lovey-dovey in the movie, fighting like this off-set, what if reporters catch wind? Put down the broom!"

"Yeah, and you’re going for his face; if he gets injured, how can we continue filming?"

Esther hopped in anger, "But he called me a madam! I’m pure and innocent, and he dared called me a madam. I’ll beat him to death!"

Across the way, Owen was stunned, his expression suddenly inscrutable, "No way? You’re still... tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk."

Esther, with her fiery temper, jumped up, "Let me go, if I don’t kill this bastard today, I’ll change my last name! Not everyone is like you, with just a little bit in their pants and can’t stop sowing seeds. Go die!"

Owen rubbed his nose, "Don’t worry, let’s talk calmly."

He genuinely couldn’t understand why calling her a madam upset her so much. It was just a fact, right? She’s almost thirty, yet she calls herself a girl. In two years, she’ll be a middle-aged woman. Calling her a madam is actually being generous.

Steel-minded Owen felt wronged.

Just then, his phone rang. He quickly motioned a truce to Esther and went to answer the call.

Taking the opportunity, the staff and assistant director hurried and pulled Esther to the side, persuading with all their might, finally convincing the little lady to temporarily put aside her murderous intent towards Owen.

Esther glared at Owen’s back, gritting her teeth. If not for the filming, she would rip that stupid bastard’s mouth off and sew it back together first!

She swore, after filming, she would never speak to that asshole again, and if she did, she’d be a coward!

Sitting there with anger, she annihilated Owen with her gaze a hundred and eighty times.

Meanwhile, Owen, picking up the call, began to act casually, "Oh, going to your place for dinner? Sure, you don’t mind if I bring a couple of people, right?"

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