Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 141: Love Is Not Letting Go

In Cecilia Quincy’s expectant eyes, Zayne Warner lowered his head awkwardly and only said to Mason Jacobs, "Cece is pure and kind, treat her well. If there’s any misunderstanding, clear it up. Don’t hurt her anymore."

Cecilia couldn’t believe her eyes widened.

Mason Jacobs slightly curved his lips into a mischievous smile, "Looks like Mr. Warner has thought it through, but the matters between my wife and me don’t need your concern."

After saying that, he spoke to the police, "Never mind, we’re all friends here, making things ugly won’t be good. As long as the person is found, it’s fine. I’ll reserve the right to sue but won’t pursue his responsibility for now."

The police sympathized with him too. What’s the worst fear for a man? Isn’t it getting cheated on? Getting cheated on is one thing, but then secretly running off to live with another man...

Since Mason Jacobs didn’t pursue it, they breathed a sigh of relief. After all, with ties to the Jacobs Family and Warner Family, if things really got out of hand, it wouldn’t end well for them.

Cecilia looked sorrowfully and miserably in Zayne Warner’s direction, being dragged away bit by bit by Mason Jacobs.

Zayne Warner was in immense pain, and once the police left, his legs gave out, and he collapsed onto the ground.

He knew from today onwards, he had completely lost the person he loved the most. Faced with family and his loved one, he chose to give up his love.

He couldn’t forget Cecilia’s final look, Cece must be... very disappointed in him, right?

He covered his face and sobbed painfully.

He didn’t know how much time had passed when his phone rang—it was his father calling. Numbly, he answered, and Walter Warner’s voice came through, "Did you send the person away?"

Zayne Warner replied with a hoarse voice, "... She’s gone."

Walter Warner heard the odd tone in his voice and sighed, "Your grandfather just returned, this matter has been suppressed for now and won’t be spread around. Just treat this time as a dream. That woman... no matter how much you like her, you absolutely can’t get involved with her. Zayne, our family now... isn’t like it was before. After your grandfather stepped down, there are too many people watching us. We can’t afford to make any mistakes, or it’ll be a descent into irreparable disaster, understand?"

Zayne Warner numbly looked up, eyes red but with a hint of resolve flashing through them.

"Dad, I understand... I always remember the family creed."

"... The way of the family is to nurture the elders from above and the children from below."

"Grandfather’s life has been radiant and admirable, I won’t tarnish his honorable reputation."

He spoke these words with immense pain, then hung up the phone.

Since ancient times, loyalty and righteousness have been difficult to balance. He chose filial piety and is destined to betray Cece.

He sat on the ground for a long while, sighing in defeat.

Outside the apartment building.

Mason Jacobs held Cecilia Quincy’s hand, appearing as a loving couple as he bid farewell to several police officers. After they got into their patrol car, he smiled at the woman beside him, his voice almost drowning in tenderness, "Cece, let’s go home."

Looking at his smiling face, Cecilia didn’t feel warmth—only an eerie terror!

He had the same smile, tender and affectionate like he was gazing at the most beloved object, even when he locked her in a dark room and whipped her mercilessly!

She instinctively flinched, and in Mason Jacobs’ eyes, his smile deepened, looking at her with a calm gaze, "Afraid of me?"

Cecilia quickly shook her head, "No... not at all, why would I be afraid of you? The person I love most... the one I love... is you."

She stuttered, forcing herself to relax and smile at him with all her might.

But that smile looked stiff no matter how she tried.

Yet Mason Jacobs seemed indifferent to her response, calmly saying, "Then let’s go, back home."

Cecilia could only follow him into the car.

Everything was very calm inside the car. She thought Mason Jacobs would act once they were inside, but he didn’t. After getting into the car, he sat there, eyes slightly closed, lost in thought.

She sat beside him in trepidation, feeling the atmosphere eerily terrifying.

Time ticked by, and Cecilia could hear her heartbeat quickening. Her palms were coated in cold sweat. Suddenly, Mason Jacobs looked at her, making her shiver involuntarily. Struggling to smile, she asked him, "Brother Mason, wh-what is it?"

Mason Jacobs’ smile was filled with deeper meaning, he reminded her, "We’ve arrived."

Only then did Cecilia realize... the car had unknowingly stopped in front of a villa.

She tried to suppress her panic, pretending to be nonchalant, "Is this your newly purchased villa? I... I haven’t seen it yet."

Mason Jacobs curved his lips, looked at her meaningfully, "It’s been years since I bought it, just rarely visited before. Today I bring you in to take a look."

Cecilia felt uneasy, her intuition told her it wasn’t simple. Yet facing Mason Jacobs’ smile, she didn’t dare say a word, and ultimately, he half-dragged her into the villa.

Before entering, Mason Jacobs smiled at her, "Welcome, it’s the first time this villa has had visitors."

The ominous feeling in Cecilia’s heart grew stronger, she almost couldn’t stand at the door. Before entering, she instinctively grabbed the door handle. Facing Mason Jacobs’ gaze, she didn’t want to take another step forward, regardless of him noticing her fear.

She couldn’t keep up the act anymore.

Mason Jacobs softly gazed at her, "Why aren’t you moving?"

Without waiting for her response, he lowered his head, grabbed her hand, and pried open her fingers one by one.

His movements were so lingering, yet they sent a chill down Cecilia’s spine.

She stared at his smiling lips, almost ready to scream, but Mason Jacobs pulled her inside the villa, no longer pretending. Regardless of Cecilia’s struggles and pleas, he remained unyielding. His gaze was as cold as if it would frost over.

Cecilia was ultimately brought inside by him.

Meanwhile, Esther Carter squatted by Elara Hale’s bedside, dramatically recounting her day’s ordeal.

"That guy with the last name Grayson is absolutely not human, you know what he said when I asked for leave from the director? He claimed I was unprofessional, that actresses like me should be replaced! Damn it, I stick around the crew three hundred sixty days a year, locked myself up in a room for three days and nights just to comprehend a role, and he dares to lump me with those who climb up using their bodies, screw him—"

Elara Hale felt heartbroken and a bit guilty, "It’s my fault, if I hadn’t made you take Joanne Carter, they wouldn’t have targeted you like this."

What she’d imagined: bullied by the director, ostracized by actors, helplessly isolated in the crew.

But Esther Carter’s reality was: the director immediately approved her leave, even adjusted the shooting schedule for her. Owen Grayson scolded her three times; she retaliated thirty times and still couldn’t swallow her anger.

Seeing Elara Hale genuinely feeling guilty, Esther Carter was even more remorseful, hastily waved her hand, "Why say anything courteous between us? Besides, little Joan is still family, it’s only right for me to be her godmother for a few days!"

Joanne Carter, who was facing away doing homework, turned back when she heard her name. She smiled and gave Esther a thumbs-up, then turned back to her homework.

Elara Hale curiously asked, "The guy with the last name Gao you mentioned, is he an actor from your crew? He sounds quite professional. Why do you dislike him so much? If he misunderstands you, can’t you just explain?"

Esther Carter huffed, "He’s just petty and stubborn! He assumes I have a sugar daddy and that I only got the lead role because of a man. I explained to him, but he needs to listen! You didn’t see how arrogant he is, so annoying!"

Elara looked at her sympathetically, "It must be tough working with someone like that."

Esther struck a righteous pose, "Well, what can I say? I’m just that good at acting. With great power comes great responsibility, and I can handle it."

Elara burst into laughter.

Since Esther had taken a few days off, she simply didn’t go home that night. There were just two beds in the ward, and she felt awkward squeezing in with another patient, so she shamelessly squeezed in with Joanne.

Fortunately, the bed was at least 1.5 meters wide, enough for the two of them to sleep comfortably.

While they were enjoying their peaceful time, on the other side of Northgarde, Assistant Harris was fearfully reporting his work to Zion Fitzwilliam.

After detailing his wrongdoing, he found there was no sound on the other end of the phone, which terrified him. With a stiff voice, he called out, "President Fitzwilliam..."

Zion’s cold, stern voice finally emerged, "In the three days I was away, I entrusted you with two tasks: one, to protect my wife, and two, to pick up Joanne. Yet you forgot to pick up Joanne, causing my wife to run around, and she even met with Haylie Sommers. Assistant Harris, impressive."

Assistant Harris dared not assume this was genuine praise, shivering as he said, "I realize my mistake, President Fitzwilliam. I’m willing to accept any punishment..."

Zion’s voice was emotionless and cold, "Then you’re reassigned abroad, demoted by three levels, with two years’ bonus deducted. We’ll evaluate your performance in one year."

Hearing this, Assistant Harris felt disheartened, but this was already the best result. He initially thought President Fitzwilliam would simply dismiss him.

He hung up, unable to cry, constantly comforting himself: it’s just a year, he’d perform well and surely return to work beside President Fitzwilliam!

Before sleeping, Elara received a call from Zion Fitzwilliam.

Unconsciously, the corners of her mouth lifted. Holding the phone with her uninjured hand, she softly asked, "Is everything settled?"

Zion responded warmly, "Yes, arrived around eight, just finished settling in at the hotel."

After a pause, he asked, "How about you? Everything alright?"

Elara didn’t want him to worry, so she didn’t mention how Joanne was nearly lost, as the kid was already found, telling him would only add to his anxiety.

"I’m fine," she chuckled softly, "everything’s good."

On the other end, Zion held the phone, wanting to say more but refraining, ultimately not mentioning Joanne.

Given she didn’t want to worry him, he pretended not to know, as long as she could be at peace.

"Zion," Elara curiously asked, "what’s the Netherlands like? Is it beautiful?"

Zion chuckled, "It’s beautiful."

He told her about the sparse population, the beautiful flowers, and the well-developed ports.

The language spoken there is Dutch, quite similar to English.

The place is full of windmills, and wooden shoes are their specialty.

Elara listened earnestly, sometimes asking questions out of curiosity, which Zion calmly explained. They engaged in a soft, gentle conversation on the phone, blending into the quiet night.

Finally, he told her, "If there’s a chance, let’s take a look together."

Unknowingly, the call lasted over an hour. Elara checked the time and was startled, quickly saying, "We can’t chat anymore. Joanne’s asleep, and I don’t want to wake her. She has school tomorrow."

Zion reluctantly ended the call, "Then, good night."

Elara felt a peculiar sensation rising in her heart, suppressing it as she softly replied, "Good night."

After hanging up, Esther turned her head, looking at her with a numb expression, "You call this... a friendship greeting?"

Elara placed the phone on the table, lay down, and after thinking for a while, said, "It’s strange, right? I feel it’s unbelievable too, but maybe because he’s gay, our interaction is problem-free."

In the darkness, Esther rolled her eyes as if they could reach the ceiling, "Really? Zara Dalton is also gay; why doesn’t he call us, chatting flirtatiously for over an hour?"

Elara frowned, "Each gay person is different."

Alright then.

Esther felt she could never encounter a more inexplicable relationship in her life.

She was puzzled, "Don’t you like him? How can you just be friends with him? Don’t you feel a bit resentful?"

Elara was silent for a moment before saying, "Liking is about possession, loving is about fulfillment."

"Ha, nonsense!" Esther retorted without hesitation, "Love isn’t about fulfillment. Truly loving someone means trying everything to be with them. Otherwise, how can it be called love?"

Yet, these two are as stubborn as they come, making even an observer like her feel exhausted.

Why is breaking the ice so difficult?

The next day, Esther got up early, bought breakfast for Elara, and then hurriedly dragged Joanne to school.

On the way, they encountered a traffic jam. She didn’t maintain a safe distance from the car ahead, and upon an abrupt stop, bumped into the car’s rear.

The other driver quickly got out and knocked on her window. Esther, initially feeling guilty, got angry due to the commotion. She opened the door to confront the guy, "Knock, knock, knock, what’s your problem? Yes, I rear-ended your car! I’ll apologize, I’ll pay, okay? Is that necessary? Trying to break my window?"

The other party turned out to be a big, burly man. Initially furious, his expression changed upon seeing a pretty young woman, immediately smiling, "Hey, girl, let’s add each other on WeChat. I’ll contact you later for compensation."

With an irritated sigh, Esther handed over her WeChat QR code. The man added her, raised his eyebrows, and happily returned to his car.

Esther felt nauseous, almost to the point of throwing up. She tossed her phone aside, "Live long enough, and you’ll encounter all sorts of disgusting stuff."

If Joanne weren’t there, worried about setting a bad example, Esther would’ve spat at that fat guy thrice.

Dare to flirt with her, she’ll drown him!

At that moment, the window of the car in the adjacent lane lowered, revealing a handsome, refined face. But no matter how good-looking this man was, his words were just as venomous, "Shut up and stop whining. Look at you, where’s your girlishness? Just a tomboy. Can you even get married like this? Oh, wait, you don’t need to marry with your sugar daddy sorting everything, right?"