Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 125: Half of My Assets Belong to Her
Cecilia couldn’t help but shrink back, as if recalling something terrifying.
She cautiously explained, "Jasmine had a little incident at school, so I came to check on her..."
Mason commanded firmly, "Come back immediately, and from now on, without my permission, do not step out of the house even half a step!"
Cecilia forced back her tears and said, "Okay."
After hanging up the phone, she sat in the passenger seat looking out, confused about how things had reached this point.
Brother Mason used to be so good to her, so gentle, why did he suddenly become so violent? Was it just because she was abducted and went through that ordeal? But true love wouldn’t mind such things. When Senior Warner saw her, he only felt pity. However, the Brother Mason she loved only felt she was disgraceful and dirty, locking her in the basement, beating and reprimanding her daily.
The roots of all this were clearly his mother and his sister. If Kylie hadn’t instructed Rosalind to kidnap her, how would she have gone through this?
She didn’t even know how she had survived these past few days, every day in the pitch-black basement, the servant bringing her one meal a day, she could only count these meals to know another day had passed. If this continued, she would go insane!
If it weren’t for Jasmine coming to find her last night and unlocking the basement, she might have died in there.
Thinking of this, a look of fear flashed in Cecilia’s eyes, no, she didn’t want to die, she was only thirty years old, with a long and beautiful life ahead of her. She had bet on the wrong treasure, and it wasn’t too late to repent.
She had barely managed to escape this time, she couldn’t just go back like this!
A huge impulse surged up in Cecilia’s heart, and she felt joyful because of it, but she didn’t dare reveal anything in front of the driver and Jasmine, her fingers trembling as she scrolled through her phone and sent a WeChat message to Zayne Warner, "Senior Warner, if there is a next life, I wish to repay your kindness."
After sending it, she deleted the message, in case she fell into Mason’s hands again, Mason couldn’t be allowed to see it.
She bet Senior Warner wouldn’t let her die, Senior Warner’s feelings for her ran deep, she was very confident in this, the reason he kept his distance before was to not make things difficult for her, but once he knew she was living in such dire circumstances, he would definitely help.
As long as she could be taken in by Senior Warner, she could completely escape Mason’s control, because in terms of family power, the Warner Family was more influential than the Jacobs Family.
The driver had already started the car, and Cecilia felt increasingly anxious, no, she couldn’t be taken back just like this, otherwise even if Senior Warner wanted to save her, he wouldn’t be able to, she had to find a way to get off the car.
"There’s a pharmacy over there, stop, I need to buy something." Cecilia tried her best to appear commanding and instructed the driver.
She knew that the family’s driver was never on her side, she had to act natural so nothing would be detected.
Sure enough, upon hearing her request, the driver didn’t stop immediately, instead saying, "What do you need to buy? The family physician has everything. If you’re not feeling well, ask the family physician to check, no need to personally go to such street-side shops, if you’re photographed again, they’ll say the Jacobs Family is lowering its status."
"Who’s the master, you or I?" Cecilia glared at him, displeased, "I need to buy emergency contraceptives, do I have to explain that to you? What, do I have to tell you I made love with Brother Mason without protection last night?"
What had happened to her over the past couple of days was known by everyone, although the video had been urgently removed by the Jacobs Family and the Sommers Family, those who were aware of the situation knew it well, and the servants were even more aware of how Cecilia was unwelcome in the Jacobs Household.
Now, upon hearing what she said, the driver began to ponder, could she really need contraceptives? President Jacobs did seem to like this woman quite a bit.
Moreover, in terms of identity, she was the mistress, he was just a driver, President Jacobs had only instructed him to keep an eye on the mistress, not to control her every move.
Thinking of this, the driver decided not to antagonize Cecilia, and parked the car by the roadside, saying, "I’ll accompany you."
Of course, Cecilia wished against this, but at the moment had no better way, so she nodded.
Getting out of the car, she ignored the driver and walked straight to the pharmacy, while the driver followed closely behind, Cecilia sneakily looked at her phone, Senior Warner had not yet replied to her message.
She was anxious and tried to delay as much as possible, insisting to the pharmacy’s staff on a brand of contraceptive not available in the store, when the staff suggested buying elsewhere, she caused a scene, demanding the staff find a way to get it.
The staff had no choice but to contact nearby pharmacies to source it.
The driver stood in the store for a while, then, feeling bored, went to the door to light a cigarette.
When he finished his cigarette and went back inside, Cecilia was nowhere to be seen!
In shock, he rushed forward and asked the staff, "Where’s the woman who was with me just now?"
"The woman who came with you?" the staff replied irritably, "She just left."
"Wasn’t she waiting for another brand of contraceptive?" the driver questioned.
The staff snorted, "Who knows why she suddenly changed her mind, insisted on only that brand, then abruptly said the store’s was fine, paid, and left. If she’d said it was okay sooner, I wouldn’t have had to go through the trouble of sourcing her order!"
Not caring for the staff’s grumbles, the driver held onto a final strand of hope, thinking perhaps Cecilia had returned to the car quickly, he hurried back, only to find Jasmine sitting alone in the car.
Feeling anxious, he began searching the area, but couldn’t find Cecilia anywhere.
The driver finally, nervously, called Mason, "President Jacobs, I’m sorry, I lost the mistress, she... ran away."
"Did you escape?"
Zayne Warner looked at Cecilia, incredulously, seeing her worn-out look with multiple bruises, he felt a pang of heartache and was utterly shocked, "That scoundrel Mason treated you like this! I won’t let him off!"
Cecilia, on the verge of tears, shook her head, "Senior Warner, don’t say it, I’m just grateful to escape that hell. Fortunately, you came and took me away, otherwise, I wouldn’t have survived..." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺
She sobbed uncontrollably, her frail shoulders invoking pity. Zayne couldn’t help but offend propriety, hugging her, comforting her, "Alright, it’s okay now, don’t worry, with me here, I won’t let him hurt you again."
Cecilia looked up, her eyes tearful and pleading, "Senior Warner, I have an unreasonable request, you know, I have no one to rely on in this city, can I temporarily hide at your place? I know it’s presumptuous, but I have no choice, if I stay at a hotel Mason will definitely find me."
Zayne was heartbroken and agreed without hesitation, "Silly girl, don’t be so polite with me, as long as you’re unsure of your next steps, stay at my place, let’s see if that Mason dares to confront me."
Cece breathed a sigh of relief, gratefully looking at him, "Senior Warner, you are really good to me."
Zayne Warner almost drowned in her gentle, affectionate gaze, his heart filled up by her, he shook his head, looking deeply at her, "For you, I’m willing."
Cece seemed startled, hurriedly lowering her head, not daring to meet his eyes.
What a man easily acquires, he won’t cherish; she couldn’t repeat the mistakes made with Mason Jacobs.
Zayne Warner thought it over and decided to settle Cece in the old house, where only his grandfather lived normally, with no visitors, making it quiet and safe.
As for his father, such a big matter surely couldn’t be kept secret, but he didn’t intend to hide it either. Previously, since Cece’s heart was entirely on Mason, he’d chosen to watch from afar as she found happiness. But now, knowing she wasn’t happy, he swore to be brave this time and strive to have his family accept Cece.
Zayne Warner silently made up his mind, this time, no one could stop him from pursuing his true love.
Meanwhile, Elara and Zion Fitzwilliam took Joanne Carter home. Upon reaching home, Joanne saw the six dishes and a soup on the table, along with a delicate cake, and asked in surprise, "Aunt Hale, Uncle Fitzwilliam, is today a special occasion?"
Elara smiled, "Didn’t you say today is your mid-term exam? This is your first exam since you came here, and your Uncle Fitzwilliam and I wanted to celebrate it with you."
Joanne was stunned in disbelief for a moment, then lowered her head sadly, ashamed, "But my exam papers were sabotaged, making me score zero on the mid-term exam."
Elara patted her head, comforting, "It’s okay, grades are just a reference. As long as you tried your best, that’s what matters. We’re celebrating not because we need you to score high, we just hope you can adapt and like it here."
Joanne’s eyes turned slightly red, trying hard to hold back like a little adult, "Thank you, Aunt Hale."
She was grateful she had taken that step, uncertain at first if she could ever receive so much love.
She couldn’t help but hug Elara, whispering, "Thank you, Aunt Hale."
I will work hard, and one day, when I achieve something, I will repay you well. I want everyone to know that your choice was not wrong.
Elara assumed she was still saddened by the school incident, pat her back, comforting, "Alright, it’s all in the past now. If those kids target you again, just tell the teacher. If the teacher can’t solve it, tell me, and I’ll help you."
Joanne nodded, not daring to mention what Uncle Fitzwilliam told her at school.
The exact words were, "If this happens again, don’t hold back, just fight them off. You were too polite today, not even leaving a scratch on them. Don’t worry, I’ve got your back, no need to compromise yourself."
She estimated that if Aunt Hale knew Uncle Fitzwilliam said such things to her, they’d probably fight.
She didn’t dare say it.
Joanne experienced the happiest night she could remember.
At school, despite getting into a fight, she wasn’t scolded, instead was comforted and reassured. Returning home, she found a delicious meal and a tasty cake, even with a mid-term exam celebrated.
She slept as sweetly as the cake she had just eaten.
Early the next morning, after Elara dropped Joanne off at school, she and Zion Fitzwilliam went to the hospital together.
The surgery was set for nine o’clock, Dr. Chambers had already made pre-surgery preparations, meticulously checking the instruments and tools repeatedly.
Since there was surgery, David Hales had been fasting from water and food since the previous day, and Elara didn’t see Yvette Sommers when she walked into the ward.
Elara felt a bit displeased, as she had called Yvette Sommers yesterday after leaving the hospital, instructing her to come take care of her father today. After the surgery, her father would need to be bedridden for over half a month, requiring someone to closely take care of him.
She thought that even if Yvette Sommers was just putting on an act, she would at least come. Unexpectedly, she didn’t show up.
To put it bluntly, Yvette Sommers was just a live-in caregiver for her father. She was paid fifteen thousand a month to take good care of him, not as charity. These conditions were made crystal clear from their initial agreement.
Elara had noticed that over the past few months, Yvette Sommers had become complacent, not only neglecting her duties in caring for her father but also asking for increasing amounts of money each time. Elara had considered discussing this with Yvette Sommers, and now witnessing the situation, she felt even more resolved to not condone it any longer.
If Yvette Sommers was willing to sincerely live with and care for her father, Elara would continue to support her financially and otherwise as before. But if Yvette Sommers thought she could take advantage of her father, getting a free ride for over ten thousand a month while acting as if she was the biggest presence in the house, then Elara wouldn’t keep her around.
This time, she wouldn’t listen to her father anymore.
Having made up her mind, Elara maintained her usual calm expression as she walked in and asked David Hales, "Dad, how are you feeling? Don’t be nervous, Dr. Chambers is an experienced doctor, the safety is unquestionable, and we can accept the surgery results whether good or bad, it won’t be worse than now."
David Hales waved his hand with a smile, "I’m fine, don’t worry, I’ve come to terms with things."
Seeing that he wasn’t too nervous, Elara felt relieved and sat beside him, chatting casually.
Zion Fitzwilliam stood by quietly, like an invisible man. David Hales glanced at him, coughed, "Elara, could you go buy some fruit? After the surgery, I’d like to eat boiled apples."
Upon hearing this, Elara quickly stood up, "Okay, I’ll go right away."
She said goodbye to Zion and hurried out, once the door to the ward closed, Zion looked at David Hales, his voice steady, "Dad, do you have something to instruct me?"
He immediately realized that David Hales had deliberately sent Elara out.
With his only cherished daughter not present, the smile fell from David Hales’ face. He sat up and pointed to a small bag beside him, "Take this, in case I don’t come out of the operating room, give this to Elara."
Zion hesitated but didn’t move, only frowned, "You don’t need to worry, the success rate of this surgery is as high as eighty percent, it won’t threaten your life, it’s just a nap, once you wake up, you’ll be able to walk again."
David Hales bitterly smiled and waved his hand, "I know everything you’re saying, at my age, I should have come to terms with life and death, but I can’t let go of Elara. I’m giving these to you just as a worst-case scenario. Inside are some savings deposit slips and bank cards, the passwords are also inside. Zion, I believe in you, you wouldn’t harm Elara. I don’t want Elara to worry about me. So until the surgery results are out, don’t tell her about this. Can you promise me that?"
Zion looked at him, their eyes meeting, a man’s promise to another man. Zion ultimately nodded and agreed, "Dad, don’t worry, as long as I’m alive, I’ll protect Elara with my life. Her wealth won’t be touched by me, and half of what belongs to me is hers."
