Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 183: Go Apologize

Zion Fitzwilliam’s injury wasn’t serious. After a morning’s observation in the emergency room, he could go home.

Elara Hale accompanied him to the hospital entrance and said to him, "You should go back and rest. I need to get back to the company."

She had rushed out directly today, having a colleague cover her leave, and the work at hand wasn’t arranged in advance; she couldn’t delay for long.

Zion Fitzwilliam still looked a bit pale and said, "It’s on the way, let’s share a taxi."

Elara Hale smiled, "Someone of your status shouldn’t need to take a taxi, right? Esther Carter’s dad has his own driver. You’ve been putting up with it for me lately."

If someone else said such a thing, it would definitely be sarcastic, but Zion Fitzwilliam knew Elara Hale wasn’t that kind of person. She said it because she genuinely felt he had been compromising.

"Money is just a tool for life. The kind of life a person wants should be determined by personal preferences, not money." Zion Fitzwilliam looked down at her gently, "For me, as long as I’m with the person I like, any kind of life is appealing."

Hearing those words, Elara Hale’s ears turned red, nervously for a few seconds. When she managed her emotions and was about to speak, she found Zion Fitzwilliam had already called a taxi.

Due to the car accident, his suit was a bit wrinkled, and his cold pale wrist was scratched. But as he stood there, opened the car door for her, and smilingly said, "Get in," he seemed more attractive than ever.

Elara Hale tried to calm her racing heart and politely said, "Thank you," then got into the car.

Zion Fitzwilliam sat down on the other side, told the driver her company’s address, and then pulled out his phone, tapped a few times, and handed it to her.

"What is it?" Elara Hale dared not accept.

From her past experience, anything handed over from him was worth tens, hundreds, thousands, or even millions. How could she dare touch it now?

"Morning was hectic, I didn’t get to show you." Zion Fitzwilliam’s voice was deep and pleasant, "Grandma’s gift for you, she sent it last night, wants us to go over tonight."

Elara Hale looked at the picture on the phone, it was a box of glass bottles filled with a white liquid, she asked, "Is this milk?"

"Yes." Zion Fitzwilliam looked at her sincerely, "Elara, I know you’re upset about my previous concealment, I have no right to interfere with whatever measures you decide to take. But the old lady is innocent, she doesn’t know what consequences this matter has brought. Even if just to ease her mind, can you come home with me for the night? Just help me this once."

He had spoken to such an extent, what else could Elara Hale say? Grandma Fitzwilliam had always cared for her, and this incident had originally stemmed from Grandma Fitzwilliam’s slip-up. If the old lady knew she accidentally revealed Zion Fitzwilliam’s identity leading them to part ways, she would likely feel guilty.

So, even if she wanted to sever ties with the Fitzwilliam Family completely, she couldn’t show it at such a critical moment. She had to accompany Grandma Fitzwilliam in this act for a few more days.

Once some time passes and Grandma Fitzwilliam wouldn’t associate their breakup with this incident, she would ask Zion Fitzwilliam to find an excuse and bluntly tell Grandma Fitzwilliam about their relationship ending.

Upon receiving her assent, Zion Fitzwilliam seemed very pleased, his lips curved subtly, Elara Hale looked at him, stunned for a moment.

She always thought there was plenty of time, though fond of him, never had such profound feelings. Now, with the imminent estrangement, Elara Hale suddenly realized an irresistible allure of every facet of Zion Fitzwilliam.

For instance, right now, his slightly curved lips so gentle, the accidental gleam in his deep-set eyes, all made her heart uncontrollably race.

He really was incredibly handsome, a kind of ultimate handsomeness.

Elara Hale awkwardly forced herself to look away, internally screaming, how had she not realized she was such a hopeless romantic?

To avoid embarrassing herself, Elara Hale didn’t dare glance at Zion Fitzwilliam for the remaining time.

Thus, she missed the fleeting smile from the man beside her.

Indeed, to give credit, his mom might be a bit immature, but her "charming man strategy" was surprisingly effective.

Hopefully, he can quickly catch up to his dad, charm his wife irresistibly, and sooner whisk her back home.

All along the way, with varied thoughts, neither spoke, soon arriving at Elara Hale’s company building, she said goodbye to Zion Fitzwilliam then swiftly grabbed her bag and dashed off.

Didn’t dare look his way even before leaving.

Zion Fitzwilliam slightly curled his lips, seemingly in good spirits, told the driver, "Turn around, head to Apex International."

A very important meeting in the morning had been delayed long enough.

Driver responded, quickly turning and leaving.

Shortly after the taxi departed, a black Maybach pulled up across the street.

Special Assistant Wood turned around and hesitantly asked the man in the back seat, "President Jacobs, should we continue? There’s abundant protection in the shadows for him, this morning’s success was already a rare stroke of luck, even if we follow, unlikely to accomplish much."

Mason Jacobs sat in the back, wearing large sunglasses, coldly staring in the direction Zion Fitzwilliam left.

Unexpectedly, the Fitzwilliam man was so fortunate, such close proximity, such high speed, the driver of the colliding vehicle ended up dead on the spot, yet he was unharmed.

The less than twenty thousand car miraculously had its safety upgraded, indeed valuing life.

Given the circumstances, largely confirmed Zion Fitzwilliam’s identity, nothing much left to pursue.

Mason Jacobs coldly asked, "Has the Mrs. returned?"

Special Assistant Wood replied, "Reached Mrs. this morning, she’s been at The Everwill Club playing mahjong all night, informed her you want to discuss something, she said she’d be back by noon."

Mason Jacobs furrowed his brow, "At such a time still playing mahjong, go find her."

Special Assistant Wood promptly responded, "Yes."

Soon arrived at The Everwill Club, a favored spot among wealthy socialites, offering male services, from waiters to bar accompany, all were handsome young men, the ladies adored this.

Mason Jacobs, accompanied by Special Assistant Wood, found Kylie Dalton, she was stuffing a large stack of chips into the arms of a skimpily dressed young man, leaning against his shoulder, saying, "Enjoy, Lila has plenty of money, not worried about you losing, only fear you don’t have enough fun!"

The young man fawning over Kylie Dalton, had her laughing heartily, they occasionally had physical contact, creating quite an intriguing scene.

Mason Jacobs always knew his mother liked to play, but he hadn’t realized she played to this extent, with Jacobs Family’s funds on the brink of collapse, she still casually threw tens of thousands of chips around.

Glancing at the young man, a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"Mom." He faced sternly, walked over hurriedly.

Kylie Dalton flustered upon seeing her son, quickly pushed the young man away, stood to tidy her clothes, "Mason, why are you here?"

The young man assumed Mason Jacobs was similar to him, competing for the wealthy lady’s patronage, displeased at the intrusion, he deliberately wrapped his arm around Kylie Dalton’s, coyly said, "Lila, you can’t abandon the old for the new."

Mason Jacobs raised his eyes to look at the young boy, his gaze cold and piercing. The boy shivered involuntarily after just one glance.

Kylie Dalton quickly pulled the boy behind her and smiled at Mason Jacobs, saying, "Special Assistant Wood said you were looking for me about something. What’s the matter?"

"Let’s talk about it at home." After saying that, Mason turned and left the private room.

Kylie Dalton comforted the boy inside the private room, promising him benefits worth hundreds of thousands before bidding farewell to her card-playing friends.

These card friends all looked up to her. Their husbands relied on the Jacobs Corporation for a living, so when out with Kylie, they usually just flattered her to keep her pleased, and naturally wouldn’t say anything.

Kylie Dalton came out of the private room, and seeing Mason Jacobs waiting at the door, she explained, "I was just playing casually."

"I know," Mason replied, his face showing no expression, but his tone was considerate, "After all, there’s nothing much to do at home, a little relaxation is fine."

Hearing him say that, Kylie finally felt relieved.

She asked Mason Jacobs, "What on earth do you have to discuss with me?"

As they walked out, Mason signaled to Special Assistant Wood, who understood and stayed by the private room door, not following along.

Mason Jacobs said to Kylie Dalton, "Let’s talk about it slowly at home."

After they left, Special Assistant Wood immediately contacted a few people by phone, "Come to The Everwill Club and kidnap someone."

Jacobs Villa.

After listening to Mason, Kylie Dalton stood up in disbelief, "What did you say? That bitch Elara married that stinky insurance salesman, who is the head of the Fitzwilliam Consortium in the U.S.?"

She instinctively refused to believe such a story, "This is ridiculous. Mason, where did you hear such rumors? Isn’t that man just an insurance salesman? Didn’t you even call their boss? Besides, someone like Elara, what makes her capable of marrying into such a wealthy family? That’s absolutely impossible!"

Mason sat in a single armchair, smoking, with his legs crossed in a confident yet cold demeanor. "I’ve already called the boss of Omni Insurance. He admitted it. Omni Insurance is indeed under The Fitzwilliam Group, and Zion Fitzwilliam is just nominally with the insurance company, not actually an employee."

Kylie’s legs went weak, and she collapsed onto the sofa.

What does this news mean?

The Elara she once oppressed and humiliated has suddenly transformed into someone even she couldn’t reach.

Kylie’s heart was filled with both resentment and unwillingness. Suddenly, she thought of another terrifying possibility, "Could it be that all the recent troubles the Jacobs Family faced were caused by Elara..."

"Mom, your hostility toward Elara is too great." Mason glanced at her casually and said, "You already had opinions about her before, but this time, regardless of what you think, you must go with me to meet her."

Kylie widened her eyes, "Mason, you’re not thinking of making me apologize to her, are you? I am, after all, a dignified member of the Jacobs Family..."

Mason interrupted her, reminding her, "She is now part of the Fitzwilliam Family."

Although this realization made him very unhappy, Mason Jacobs had not come this far by being reckless. Originally he had planned to create an accident to get rid of Fitzwilliam, but it failed, and finding another opportunity in the short term is impossible.

To turn around the crisis facing the Jacobs Family, there remains only one path to take.

And that is to bow down to Zion Fitzwilliam.

When it’s a matter of life and death for the Jacobs Family, Mason will not be capricious.

But he won’t easily give up on what he wants either.

Kylie sat there dejectedly, taking a long time before finally saying, "I won’t go."

Forcing her to bow to Elara was worse than asking for her life; she couldn’t do it!

Mason frowned, "The young man you’re seeing, is his name Patrick Doyle?"

Kylie’s expression froze as she looked at him incredulously, "You’re threatening your mother?"

Mason’s tone remained calm and distant, "It’s not a threat, just hoping you understand that you and the Jacobs Family face this together. Mom, I hope you’ll consider the bigger picture."

Kylie pursed her lips, hesitating for a long time, and finally nodded, "When do we go?"

Mason glanced at his wristwatch and stood up, "Let’s go now."

He turned to grab his coat and head outside, while Kylie quickly stood up to follow him, anxiously reminding, "I agreed to meet with Elara, but don’t touch Patrick Doyle. He’s different from those men before. He truly loves me, and besides, he’s a college student, very ambitious, with a promising future."

Walking ahead, Mason tugged at the corner of his mouth without responding.

Truly loves her? Loves her for her age? Loves her sagging figure and loose skin? Or loves her for her money?

Over the years, his mother had become increasingly unrealistic.

Just as they were walking out, sudden commotion arose outside the villa.

Mason frowned, looking outside.

He saw a middle-aged woman with a half-grown child causing a scene at the entrance. The servants had tried to chase them away several times but couldn’t, and the security guards hesitated to act, only advising them. But the two wouldn’t listen.

From afar, Mason heard words like "son-in-law" and "rescue," and began to have some guesses.

Picking up his pace, he walked out the villa gates. Upon seeing him, the woman looked as though she saw her savior, dragging her son to kneel before Mason.

"Mason, you must save Cece. Both Cece and her father have been imprisoned. Our Quincy Family is ruined! Cece loves you so much, wasn’t your relationship very good? I’m begging you, think of something to get them out of there!"

Mason naturally recognized the woman as Cecilia Quincy’s mother and the young boy as Cecilia’s brother, Caleb Quincy.

He had no patience even to spare them a second glance, dismissively waving them away to the security guards, "Get them out."

Unexpectedly, Mrs. Quincy grabbed onto his trousers, sobbing and pleading, "If you don’t save them, they’re as good as dead! I’m really at my wit’s end. Right now, you’re the closest person to me. Mason, don’t be so heartless!"

To Mrs. Quincy, she didn’t truly care about Cecilia’s fate. Her main concern was for Mason to save her husband. After all, the family couldn’t function without its pillar. As for Cecilia, fine if she could be saved, considering she was very generous with money, but if not, so be it.

She assumed that for the sake of old times, Mason would lend a hand.

But to her surprise, Mason only kicked her away in disgust and coldly glanced at the security guard, "What are you standing there for?"