Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 173: What Do Our Memories Mean? Just Means You Have a Good Memory!
Elara felt a warmth in her heart. She was actually a very strong person and had grown accustomed to handling everything on her own. Yet, having someone stand by her, telling her not to be afraid and accompanying her to face things, felt reassuring.
Like Esther, like Zara, and also... Zion Fitzwilliam.
A half-hour later, the taxi stopped at the hospital entrance, and as soon as Elara stepped out, she saw Mason not far away. His eyes lit up when he saw her, and he gave a sad smile, "I knew you would come. I’ve been waiting for you."
As he spoke, he walked over, but Esther quickly blocked Elara’s path. "Speak normally. Why get so close? Stand back— we’re not that familiar!"
Mason frowned, "Ms. Carter, this is between Elara and me. A life is gone, and both Elara and I are very sad. Can you stop joking at a time like this?"
Esther scoffed, her laugh cold, "Come off it! I know all your little schemes. I’ll tell you, we’re just here to see Jasmine one last time. It has nothing to do with you. Elara has her husband to comfort her; who do you think you are?"
Mason’s face turned blue with anger, yet he was also completely blocked by her words.
Elara paid no attention to Mason’s mood. She said to Esther, "Let’s go inside."
Esther nodded, protectively clutching Elara while glaring at Mason as if guarding a cub. As they passed Mason, she tossed a cold remark, "Elara had the misfortune of taking a liking to you with blinded eyes back then. Thankfully, she woke up early. Don’t go dreaming about remarrying her— she’s no fool!"
Mason’s face turned ashen; he clenched his fists and glared at Esther’s retreating back, his heart filled with bursts of violent anger.
What was wrong with being together with him? Would he let Elara suffer? Even during those two years of marriage, he believed he hadn’t mistreated her!
Being a wealthy socialite was surely better than marrying some lousy insurance salesman, wasn’t it? Was he, the president of Jacobs Group, so looked down upon?
Mason’s expression shifted several times before he finally composed himself, returning to his elegant demeanor, and strode after them.
Jasmine’s corpse was in the morgue; Elara had been here once three and a half years ago, to say goodbye to her own mother.
Returning to this place now still made her feel uncomfortable all over.
She couldn’t help but grasp Esther’s hand tightly.
Esther clasped her hand in return, gently comforting her, "We’ll take a look and then leave."
Elara nodded. She knew there was actually no need for her to come here. After all, what was her relation to Jasmine? She had sponsored an event once, that was all.
But still, due to that connection, despite the unfavorable ending, she felt she should come to bid Jasmine farewell.
Special Assistant Wood was waiting inside, and upon seeing Elara, he immediately approached, "Madam, this way."
Elara frowned, correcting him sternly, "I’ve divorced him. Please don’t call me that."
Special Assistant Wood chuckled apologetically, "Sorry, President Jacobs has never treated you like an outsider, so I often forget that you’ve divorced. I’ll be more careful in the future."
Elara instinctively felt uncomfortable with his words, but realized there was no need to waste breath on people she hardly interacted with.
Moreover, her purpose in coming here was to see Jasmine.
Special Assistant Wood led Elara to Jasmine’s corpse. Beneath the white cloth, the small figure cast a thin outline, making Elara suddenly feel very sad. The pampered, proud girl who dreamed of rising above, really was gone.
Special Assistant Wood lifted the cloth, revealing Jasmine’s corpse. Though it had been handled, it still appeared battered.
Esther harbored no feelings for Jasmine and, somewhat afraid, tightened her grip on Elara’s hand.
Elara was not frightened; she gazed at the small body, and after a moment, spoke in a nearly inaudible voice, "Safe journey, may your next life be better."
Because Esther was scared, they didn’t linger long in the morgue and soon came out, immediately spotting Mason striding toward them.
"Done looking?" he asked, looking deeply at Elara.
Elara nodded, treating him with the demeanor of a stranger, then turned to walk out with Esther.
Mason felt an odd sensation. In the past, when Elara revolved around him, he felt annoyed; when she was sorrowful and distressed over his affair with Cecilia, he was also bothered.
But now, her gaze held neither love nor hate for him, treating him completely like a stranger, yet he felt a sharp pang somewhere in his heart.
He caught up, grabbing Elara’s arm, "Elara, I want to talk to you."
Esther smacked his hand away, warning coldly, "Mason, this is sexual harassment, you know? Do you think Elara is some cheap object? After you discarded her like trash, do you think she’d still wait eagerly for you to come back? Late affection is cheaper than grass! She’s already started a new life. If you had any conscience, you wouldn’t pest her like this!"
Mason’s face darkened; he gave Special Assistant Wood a look, who immediately restrained Esther.
Esther’s expression changed, struggling with kicks and punches, "Let me go! Mason, what do you want? I’ll tell you, this is a society governed by law. If you dare harm Elara even a finger, I’ll ruin you!"
But Special Assistant Wood was carefully selected by Mason as both an assistant and bodyguard, so naturally, his skills were impeccable. Even though Esther had trained, she couldn’t break free and was forced to be taken aside by Special Assistant Wood.
Elara held back her anger as she looked at Mason, "What are you trying to do? Let go of Esther!"
Mason looked tenderly at her, reassuring her, "Don’t worry; I won’t let Special Assistant Wood harm her. I just have something to say to you. She’s getting in the way, and I don’t like the things she says. It’d be better to have her cool off on the side, so she doesn’t interrupt us."
Elara’s brows furrowed tightly; she took a step back, warily watching him, and reiterated, "Mason, I don’t owe you anything, nor am I interested in remarrying you. I don’t see any reason for us to have anything to say!"
"Elara, saying that wounds my heart," Mason looked at her helplessly, "Whatever Zion Fitzwilliam can give you, I can give you too. Whatever he can’t give you, I can still give you. What does he have that I don’t? Tell me, I can change."
Elara found it amusing, "Do you know what you’re saying?"
Mason looked at her with profound affection, "Elara, I know I was wrong before. I want to show you my determination. I’ve thought it all through: even if you can’t have children after we remarry, that’s okay. I can talk to my mother—we’ll go abroad and find a surrogate."
Elara listened to these words without a ripple in her heart, "Thank you for your concession, but I don’t need it. I love my husband very much, and I won’t divorce him."
Mason Jacobs took a bank card out of his pocket and handed it to her, "This is what I owe you from the divorce. I’m repaying you now. Elara, I just want to tell you, I can give you a lot, wealth, power. If you remarry me, you can have it all."
Elara Hale looked at the card, feeling an odd psychology, and asked, "How much is in here?"
Mason thought she was moved and quickly replied, "There are two million in there. The company’s cash flow hasn’t been great recently, but I didn’t short you one bit. You don’t have to feel bad, what’s mine is yours."
Elara tugged at the corner of her mouth.
Oh, just two million, huh. The man she used to love so much and feel so inferior to that she lowered herself to dust just to be with, the only thing he could use to entice her was just two million.
Back then, she thought two million was an insurmountable gap, so she was as humble as a servant in front of him just to make herself worthy. But now, not to mention the over two million she personally has, just the card her "father-in-law" gave her last night has six million.
They even gave her a house worth more than twenty million in full payment to make her feel assured.
Although she’s not someone who covets these things, she has to admit that in this comparison, the difference is obvious.
She looked at Mason and softly said, "Yesterday I had dinner with Zion’s family. They gave me a fully-paid house in downtown, more than 140 square meters, worth over twenty million. They’re afraid I’ll suffer a loss, so they wrote an unconditional gift agreement. My father-in-law even gave six million for renovation, which was handed to me."
Seeing the unmistakable astonishment in Mason’s eyes, Elara smiled, and said candidly, "To be honest, I’ve loved you and I’ve hated you, but now I’ve let it go. I’m not saying this to get more money from you, just to tell you that in your mind, I might just be a suitable wife candidate whom you’d pay a fitting price to acquire. But in others’ eyes, I’m a treasure, a family member worthy of respect, and it has nothing to do with whether it’s my second marriage or whether I can have children."
She recalled Zion’s words, and her eyes softened, "All this is based on my being his wife, rather than something else that’s up for trade."
She smiled very happily, and such happiness made Mason feel extremely stinging. An indescribable anger surged in his heart, and he suddenly pushed her against the wall, pressing himself up against her, gripping her shoulders, and growled lowly, "So what? A house and six million have bought you over? What about me? What does our relationship count for? What do all our memories count for?"
Not far away, Esther Carter heard such shameless words and shouted, "Count on your good memory, count on you being despicable! Let go of Elara! Damn you!"
Mason’s eyes were burning with rage, he turned his head and roared, "Get her to shut up!"
Special Assistant Wood hurriedly covered Esther Carter’s mouth.
Esther struggled and couldn’t break free, angrily stomping her foot, damn it, that bastard Mason, see if you dare to act so brazen in front of The Great Mr. Fitzwilliam, he’d destroy you!
Elara’s shoulders felt acute pain from Mason’s grip, seeing Esther being restrained, her gaze turned colder, "Mason, don’t let me look down on you, let me go!"
Mason looked at her, his eyes were filled with anger, unwillingness, love, and inner conflict, his Adam’s apple moved up and down, and after a moment, he grabbed her chin, lowered his head, and kissed her.
Esther seeing this moment, opened her eyes wide in anger, "Mason... ugh ugh ugh!!"
Special Assistant Wood hurriedly covered her mouth tightly, fearing to spoil the boss’s moment and attract punishment.
Elara didn’t expect Mason to be so vile, she struggled, but Mason tightly held her chin, not letting her move, Elara felt a bit despairing, if she were really kissed by Mason now, it would be no different from being bitten by a dog.
Disgusting, nauseating, revolting.
Suddenly, a huge force rushed out from behind, a hand grabbed Mason’s collar and violently slammed him against the wall!
"Ah—" Mason’s body hit the wall hard, it felt as if all his bones had been shattered, all he could feel was a metallic taste in his throat before he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Zion Fitzwilliam didn’t even cast a glance at him, he walked over to Elara, his expression gentle, eyes a bit worried, "Are you hurt?"
Elara shook her head and smiled at him.
"I’m fine."
Thankfully you came, thankfully you came in time.
Her eyes were damp but masked by a smile, nobody knew how moved she was at that moment.
Zion lifted a hand to pat her head gently, "Go look for Esther first."
Elara paused, turned her head, and saw two strangers pressing Special Assistant Wood, who was restraining Esther, to the ground. Esther, still shaken, ran over, grabbed Elara’s arm, tears of concern in her eyes, "Elara, are you alright? Did that bastard Mason hurt you?"
Elara quickly said, "I’m fine, how about you?"
Esther shook her head, "I’m alright too."
She suddenly paused, pulled Elara to stand beside her, "Your husband..."
Elara paused, turning her head to look. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂
She saw Zion Fitzwilliam walk step by step towards Mason, then grabbed his collar and half lifted him up, his fist viciously striking down upon his face.
Mason groaned in pain, unable to muster any strength to resist. Zion’s face showed no expression, his gaze cold, his fist relentless, landing blow after blow upon Mason’s face and body.
At this moment, Mason’s eyes perceived Zion as a Satan figure, even in all this, Zion’s suit remained uncreased, just his fist mercilessly delivering hits as if venting anger, Mason could distinctly hear the sound of his rib breaking.
Not knowing how many strikes were delivered, Mason’s mouth was covered in blood stains, Elara rushed forward, grabbed Zion, "Zion, stop it, if you kill him, we’d have to go to jail, it’s not worth it for such a scum."
Zion, his back to her, halted immediately when she rushed forward, afraid to harm her. Hearing her words, he dropped his hand, turned to look at her, the coldness replaced by warmth on his face, "Alright, I’ll listen to you."
He wrapped his arm around her waist, leading her outward.
Esther quickly followed them out.
No one gave another glance at the man lying on the floor like discarded mud.
As Zion and the others exited, those he brought also withdrew, leaving Special Assistant Wood finally able to rush to Mason’s side, worry evident as he asked, "President Jacobs, are you alright?"
Despite the question, it was evident Mason was in a very sorry state, both internal and external injuries, clearly not lightly wounded.
