Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 138: Haylie Sommers Is Arrested

Haylie Sommers looked at her with a sneer, "I am sure Joanne Carter is safe for now, but if you keep not cooperating, I can’t promise anything."

Elara Hale’s hand was gripping the phone tightly in her jacket pocket, and after a moment she took a deep breath, "Fine, I’ll cooperate with you."

She followed Haylie Sommers into the coffee shop.

Haylie Sommers didn’t seem like she was looking for trouble; rather, she looked like she was shopping, picking a good spot by the window and gesturing for the waiter to bring two coffees, pushing one cup in front of Elara Hale, "My treat."

Elara Hale was anxious, having no mind for coffee, "Where exactly is Joanne Carter?"

Haylie Sommers stirred her coffee gently with a spoon, unhurried, "You tell me where Zara Dalton went first, and I’ll return Joanne Carter to you."

"Zara Dalton..." Elara Hale caught her breath, instantly understanding her logic. So, this whole drama was to find out Zara Dalton’s whereabouts!

"I have no idea where he went." Elara Hale looked at her, "No lies, his mother also asked me but I know nothing about it. I can’t get through to his phone either."

"Impossible." Haylie Sommers said firmly, "You guys are so close. I believe others don’t know, but I don’t believe you and that Carter surname don’t know."

She put down the spoon, looked at Elara Hale coldly, "You know my situation now. When people are pushed to desperate places, they are capable of anything. Either tell me Zara Dalton’s whereabouts, or you’ll never see Joanne Carter again. Your choice."

Elara Hale’s hand tightened instinctively. Haylie Sommers was not an easy person; she feared something would happen to Joanne Carter, but Zara Dalton’s matter... if she told Haylie Sommers, they would drag Zara Dalton back into that hopeless life.

On one side was a long-time friend, on the other side was a child barely ten... How could she choose?

"I only know Zara Dalton went abroad." Elara Hale took a light breath, looking at Haylie Sommers, "I don’t know which country, nor an address. Miss Sommers, kidnapping, even... murder, is a serious crime. Just for a suitable marriage candidate, sacrificing your future, is it worth it?"

Madness flashed in Haylie Sommers’ eyes, laughing hysterically, "You ask me if it’s worth it? I’ll tell you, what does it matter if it’s not? My life is already ruined. All of high society is laughing at me. The person I like sneers at me. We were supposed to be engaged, you know? Ha, what can I do? Tell me, what else can I do? Now only Zara Dalton can save me out of this mess!"

"Marry Zara Dalton, you’d marry down. Those people will still laugh at you. Marrying him won’t save you from this mess." Elara Hale pursed her lips, looking at her, "Hope for life should be in your own hands, not entrusted to marriage. Time is the best healer."

Haylie Sommers was already somewhat frantic. She dared not speak recklessly, only stalling for as much time as possible.

Because, when deciding to attend the meeting, she had called Joanne Carter’s head teacher, and the call had been on all this time.

The police would need time to arrive.

As long as she could hold Haylie Sommers steady, everything would end in less than half an hour.

"What the hell do you know!" Haylie Sommers seemed to be provoked, raising her hand and tossing the coffee towards her, "In high society, face is everything! I lost face, I can’t survive!"

The coffee cup hit Elara Hale’s forehead, the dark brown coffee dripping down from her head. She held back her anger, gently wiping the stains off her face and clothes with a tissue.

Haylie Sommers looked at her viciously, "Who do you think you are? I’m being nice to you, that’s giving you face, don’t make me..."

She hadn’t finished speaking when suddenly a loud siren sounded outside. Haylie Sommers looked up in surprise as two police officers quickly rushed in, grabbing her arms and restraining her.

"What are you doing?" She finally showed panic, "Why are you arresting me? I am the Sommers Family’s daughter, do you know who my dad is?!"

The police were most annoyed by this kind of talk, saying coldly, "You think you can do whatever because your dad has power? Acting like it’s the Old Imperium? Sorry, you’re suspected of child abduction, even if your dad was the president, you’d have to come with us to the station!"

Haylie Sommers finally realized, glaring at Elara Hale fiercely, saying sharply, "It’s you, isn’t it? Elara Hale, you bitch, you dared to call the police!"

Elara Hale seriously considered for a moment the pros and cons of throwing back the cup of coffee at her in front of the police but ultimately decided against it.

If she threw it back, she’d surely be taken away too, at least a lecture. She only wanted to quickly find Joanne Carter, not waste time on this.

As the police took Haylie Sommers away, she was still shouting, "Elara Hale, just you wait, I won’t let you off, I’m going to kill you someday!"

To say something like that in front of the police, the consequences were evident. Soon she was forced to shut up and stuffed into the police car.

Before leaving, the police said to her, "Miss Hale, thanks to your tip, we’ll find the child soon, you just wait in peace."

Elara Hale thanked him repeatedly, watching the police leave. She parked her wheelchair by the roadside. Without the strong front she showed to Haylie Sommers, she was actually quite scared, not knowing if Joanne Carter could be safely rescued, or if Haylie Sommers would actually go to jail, or if she’d be released tomorrow, and whether similar things would happen again...

Her phone suddenly rang, the caller ID showed "Mr. Harris, Zion Fitzwilliam’s Friend".

She saved the number Zion gave her into her phone that afternoon and tossed the slip of paper away. Originally just saving it casually, she hadn’t expected the other side to call her.

Did he want to introduce himself politely?

Elara Hale took a deep breath, slowly exhaling the stale air from her chest, gathered herself, and answered the call, "Hello, this is Elara Hale."

"Um, Miss Hale, my name’s Harris, you can call me Harris. I’m Fitzwilliam... Zion Fitzwilliam’s friend. He should have mentioned me, right?"

On the other end, Assistant Harris asked a bit cautiously.

Hopefully, President Fitzwilliam had left instructions, otherwise, how could he explain knowing her child was lost and helping to find her?

Miss Hale might just call the police on him and have him locked up.

Elara Hale said politely, "Yes, Zion mentioned you, you’re his best friend, maybe we can have a meal together sometime, get to know each other."

Assistant Harris felt a weight lift off his heart, but he dared not accept the invitation for a meal, thinking, who was he, anyway, to be worthy?

"Well, Miss Hale, you couldn’t find the child, right? I just passed the mall and happened to see Joanne Carter, how about I bring her back now?"

Elara Hale’s heart tightened, "Joanne Carter? How is she now? Is she hurt?"

"No, she’s unharmed," Assistant Harris quickly said, "She’s at KFC doing her homework just fine, not a scratch on her. Um... She even finished all her homework, all correct, not a single mistake."

"That’s good, that’s good..." Elara Hale breathed a sigh of relief. The tension in her heart finally eased, and she felt a bit emotional. She took a deep breath and said, "Could I trouble you to bring her to the hospital? I can’t pick her up right now; she’s been staying with me at the hospital these past few days."

Assistant Harris naturally agreed without hesitation.

Elara Hale hung up the phone, but she didn’t feel relieved. She was certainly happy that Joanne Carter was okay, but this also meant Haylie Sommers would be released without charge.

The feud between her and Haylie Sommers had grown bigger this time. With Haylie Sommers’ current madness, no one knew what she would do next.

Joanne Carter couldn’t skip school, and there wasn’t anyone trustworthy around her to pick her up. She thought further ahead, wondering how to prevent another kidnapping attempt by Haylie Sommers.

Elara Hale hesitated for a moment, then called Esther Carter on the way back. After hearing her, Esther Carter was shocked, "Zara Dalton has really gotten into a mess with this, hasn’t she? Tsk, who would’ve thought, a gay man having women go crazy over him."

After her sigh, she patted her chest and promised, "Don’t worry. For the next few days, just leave Joanne to me. I’ll take an hour off from the set daily to pick up Joanne and bring her to you, then return to filming. It won’t disrupt anything."

Elara Hale understood her situation in filming; a small actress doesn’t have much say in the production team. Esther Carter was loyal, but helping her by picking up Joanne would undoubtedly get her scolded.

But she didn’t say anything, only keeping the loyalty in her heart. Between the three of them, it was always like that—during Zara Dalton’s toughest times, she and Esther Carter each pooled fifteen thousand together for him, not daring to let him know, and they themselves lived off plain buns for several months.

Previously, when Esther Carter had a falling out with her family, she and Zara Dalton also ran to Esther Carter’s house outside her villa late at night, throwing stones at the window glass.

After hanging up the phone, Elara Hale felt as if she had unloaded a heavy burden, little knowing that at that moment, Esther Carter was enjoying the luxuries of a fancy RV, with three assistants: one massaging her shoulders, another flipping the script, and the third handing over coffee.

Ah, she’s basking in the shine of Fitzwilliam’s status, and her days in the set are too good now!

Not only did she snag the role of the female lead, even though it’s just a small web series, but which leading woman in the entertainment industry didn’t start off with a web series unless they had a strong backing?

She’s thrilled to have the chance to play the lead in a web series.

The only pity is that she can’t share her happiness with her friends; she can only wish that the great Mr. Fitzwilliam could break through that layer of ice soon, so she could really show Elara how impressive she is now.

Not to mention simply taking off to pick up the child, now even if she’s stitching scenes together, the director won’t say a word.

But Esther Carter is clear-headed; Mr. Fitzwilliam only gave her a chance for Elara’s sake. In this industry, how far one can go ultimately depends on oneself.

Not to mention that she truly loves acting and wouldn’t narrow her path.

But she also resolved in her mind that this week she definitely had to take leaves. She absolutely had to stay by the elementary school gates and ensure nothing happened to Joanne again, after all, that’s the foster daughter of the great Mr. Fitzwilliam.

The matters of the patron; the director sure would understand, right?

Esther Carter was cheerfully thinking how great it is to be part of the privileged class, when suddenly there was a loud banging on the RV door from outside, followed by an impatient male voice, "Hey, Miss Carter, the director wants to start filming, hurry up and come down! It’s always you being pampered, hiding in the RV every day. If it weren’t for your acting skills, I would’ve got a new partner already!"

Esther Carter jumped up, furious, pulling the door open and pointing at him while they yelled at each other. She shouted, "You theater freak, what trash dares to scold me, every day thinking about acting but never seeing you got much better, always wanting me to help you into the scene, aren’t you shameless!"

The man retorted, "Someone with backing pulling resources into the crew, what right do you have to scold me? I rely wholly on myself, unlike you!"

Esther Carter, "Look at your ugly dead face, like a sewer rat, the director casting you as the male lead must be the worst luck ever, having you in this show won’t make it better!"

The man, "You’re drinking coffee at that weight! The costume designer had to change several outfits for you, continue eating and you’ll become a pig!"

Esther Carter was so enraged she felt liver pain. Her words were usually unbeatable, but this match felt like playing chess against a worthy opponent. She never lost verbally, yet his words were infuriatingly provocative—she wished she could crack his head open with a brick and drink his brain juice, cursing was obviously not enough to relieve her rage.

Finally, she resorted to threats, "Dare to provoke me again and I’ll get the patron to replace you. Dream on about acting!"

This threat never failed. The man immediately fell silent.

Esther Carter finally felt satisfied.

This guy was the male lead appointed by the director, named Owen Grayson. She had no idea where he came from, but to play the male lead in a web series in his twenties, without formal group training, and being unknown even in the entertainment circle, she felt he had some background.

However, Owen Grayson usually acted too much like a slovenly guy, not only being verbally sharp, but also shamelessly freeloading throughout the crew, making her suspect he grew up homeless.

In short, he was someone with a very bad reputation throughout the crew—some said he came from a big family but stealthily ran away to pursue acting, others said he was a drug addict, or had a gambling problem, wasting all his money and had severed ties with his family long ago.

Anyway, Esther Carter had no good feelings towards him; if he dared to come to her seeking trouble, she’d unleash a hell of scolding. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

But his acting skills, one must admit, were quite good. Especially in this drama, where he played a rich family’s son indulging in prodigal pursuits—his performance was like second nature,

On the other side, Elara Hale arrived at the hospital in her wheelchair, as soon as she entered the ward, she saw Joanne Carter seated at a table attending an online class. Tears welled up in her eyes and she immediately hugged Joanne, "It’s so good you’re okay, were you scared? Did Haylie Sommers hit you?"

Joanne Carter, unaware, said, "Aunt Hale, wasn’t it you who got a runner to pick me up from KFC, saying I should do my homework there and you’d pick me up?"

Elara Hale was startled, so Haylie Sommers never kidnapped Joanne, she just frightened her?

She choked up, stroking Joanne’s hair, "Yes, that’s right."

It was good the child was okay, and not scared.

She was emotional for a while before calming down, turning to Assistant Harris, and expressing gratitude, "Mr. Harris, thank you so much for today."

Assistant Harris couldn’t assume this thanks, if he hadn’t forgotten to pick up the child, such a big issue wouldn’t have happened. Seizing the opportunity, he voluntarily said, "Since you’re not convenient these days, how about I take charge of picking up the child?"

Elara Hale smiled politely and declined, "No need. I’ve arranged for a friend, so I won’t trouble you."

Assistant Harris inwardly wailed; his chance to redeem himself was clearly gone.

If push comes to shove, he thought of trailing behind Elara’s friend to ensure both her and Joanne’s safety, wondering if President Fitzwilliam might spare him...