Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 18: The Most Worthless Man

Zion Fitzwilliam’s hand didn’t move an inch. Even when threatened, he calmly suggested, "You can give it a try."

"You!"

Kylie Dalton, seeing Rosalind Jacobs getting embarrassed, grabbed Zion Fitzwilliam’s arm angrily. "Let go of my daughter! Or I’ll charge you with harassment!"

Zion Fitzwilliam glanced disdainfully at his grabbed arm, raised his hand to shake her off, and his voice turned cold. "Don’t touch me, I find it dirty."

Kylie Dalton, caught off guard, stumbled to the ground and immediately cried out in pain.

Cecilia Quincy quickly helped her up and said worriedly, "Aunt, are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?"

Then she turned to Elara Hale, gently reproaching, "Elara, don’t you think that was too much? Rosalind just said a few words to you, and you treated her like this, even pushing Aunt to the ground. She is an elder."

Zion Fitzwilliam gave her a casual glance, his deep voice tinged with sarcasm, "I heard you’re a college student, but you slander so easily? I’m the one who did it, what’s it got to do with my wife? That old woman may be your elder, but not mine. Should I respect her when she behaves disgracefully?"

The three consecutive rhetorical questions carried immense pressure, causing Cecilia Quincy’s eyes to redden instantly. "I... I wasn’t targeting Elara... I just feel for Aunt..."

But at that moment, both sides were tense with hostility, and even Mason Jacobs didn’t pay attention to her grievance.

Cecilia Quincy bit her lip and stopped speaking.

Zion Fitzwilliam casually tossed Rosalind Jacobs towards Mason Jacobs, saying matter-of-factly, "Know your identities, ex-husband, ex-sister-in-law, ex-mother-in-law—do you understand what ’ex’ means?"

"Please stay away from our marriage in the future. Neither Elara nor I want to see you."

Mason Jacobs caught Rosalind Jacobs, his anger surging after being repeatedly humiliated by Zion Fitzwilliam. If not for the lawyer constantly reminding him that he couldn’t resort to violence there, he would have punched him long ago!

"Mr. Fitzwilliam," Mason Jacobs said, repressing his anger as he looked icily at him. "You think that by marrying my ex-wife, you have the right to order the Jacobs Family around? Don’t forget, the woman you cherish so much is nothing more than someone I discarded after playing with her!"

Elara Hale’s body went rigid, looking at Mason Jacobs in disbelief.

She couldn’t believe such vile words came from the mouth of the man she once loved deeply.

From the time Mason Jacobs cheated to their divorce, although she was in pain, she never truly resented him. Because two years ago, he was so gentle and warm, helping her as if he were her salvation, extending a hand when she was at her darkest and most painful moments.

She always remembered this kindness. Even if their relationship broke down, she was willing to let him be happy. If they couldn’t be friends, she’d quietly step back.

She thought Mason Jacobs at least had feelings for her, even if they didn’t last long. But at that moment, she suddenly understood that this was how Mason Jacobs saw her all along.

Did he see her as just a toy, a woman to discard after playing with?

The pain was suffocating, and Elara Hale’s lips trembled as she took deep breaths, forcing back the tears that welled up in her eyes.

He didn’t deserve it. Such a man didn’t deserve her tears.

But the intense sorrow and grief felt like threads tightening into her bones, and her body trembled slightly.

Mason Jacobs saw the unmistakable hurt on Elara Hale’s face, and for a moment, he regretted it. He opened his mouth to explain, but swallowed his words soon after.

The two years with Elara Hale were merely a stopgap; he never truly loved her. Besides, this woman cheated on him during their marriage—what’s there to feel sorry about?

He loved Cecilia; compared to her, Elara Hale was nothing.

He acted like a triumphant general, looking down at Zion Fitzwilliam with arrogance and superiority.

He was certain Zion Fitzwilliam wouldn’t dare fight in front of the courthouse. He wanted to see how long Zion Fitzwilliam could remain proud. Even if Elara was a ’second-hand’ woman, someone still foolishly treated her like a treasure.

An insurance salesman has limited vision. Pairing Elara with him was like matching a broken pot with a broken lid.

His disdain and contempt were so blatant that Zion Fitzwilliam easily saw through his vile intentions.

Zion Fitzwilliam placed a hand on Elara Hale’s shoulder, feeling her body tremble beneath it. His gaze grew colder, but his voice was very gentle, "Elara, step back a bit."

With a firm grip, Zion Fitzwilliam backed Elara Hale away. then he methodically took off his suit jacket, handed it to Elara, and undid the buttons on his shirt, rolling up his sleeves.

Elara Hale’s heart skipped a beat, instantly realizing what he intended to do. She quickly reached out to stop him, "Don’t..."

But she was too late; Zion Fitzwilliam’s fist had already slammed hard into Mason Jacobs’ face!

She thought she heard a small "crack" sound. Mason Jacobs held his nose, crying out in pain as blood flowed between his fingers, leaving him no ability to retaliate!

"Ah!" Rosalind Jacobs screamed, glaring viciously at Zion Fitzwilliam, "How dare you hit people! This is the courthouse entrance! Are you totally lawless?"

Zion Fitzwilliam ignored Rosalind Jacobs’ words, calmly buttoning his shirt and retrieving his jacket from Elara Hale’s arms before putting it on again. Then he looked up at the disheveled Mason Jacobs.

"Only the cheapest of men use a woman’s body as a badge," he said steadily, seemingly devoid of emotion. "If you truly loved her, you wouldn’t bear to mistreat her like this. Apparently, Elara’s decision to divorce you was perhaps the wisest choice of her life."

His voice was calm, devoid of apparent emotion, but when Mason Jacobs inadvertently glanced up, he saw the furious, all-consuming fire in Zion Fitzwilliam’s eyes, a recklessness as if everything would be reduced to ashes.

This imposing manner involuntarily caused Mason Jacobs to shiver.

Zion Fitzwilliam didn’t look at him again, grabbing Elara Hale’s hand and walking away.

Mason Jacobs’ leading lawyer, Chester Lowell, was skilled in civil disputes, undefeated in Northgarde, and was the one who initially advised Mason Jacobs not to resort to violence.

From the moment the conflict started, he had been holding up his phone, recording the entire event.

Now, watching their retreating figures, he quietly told Mason Jacobs, "The other side engaged in a physical altercation right at the courthouse on the day of the trial. We have the evidence to win this case beautifully."

Mason Jacobs held his broken nose, his face livid, his eyes sinister. He spoke through gritted teeth, "I want not only to win, but to ruin them entirely, to leave them with nothing!"

"Yes."

On the other side, Elara Hale had also thought of this aspect and couldn’t help but express her concern. "I saw that lawyer recording. Since the physical confrontation happened before the court session and we initiated the fight, it’s very unfavorable for us."

Mason Jacobs’ lawyer could argue nonsense into logic, much less when they’re right this time. They certainly wouldn’t miss this chance to crush them.

Zion Fitzwilliam paused, turning his head to look at her, his dark eyes deeply set on her. "Do you think I was too impulsive, acting without considering the consequences?"

Elara Hale shook her head, "How could I? I’m very grateful to you."

Nobody knew how painful and helpless she felt when Mason Jacobs humiliated her like that. She wasn’t ungrateful; when Zion Fitzwilliam hit Mason Jacobs, she felt panic but also her eyes moistened with gratitude.

But she was somewhat worried, unsure of any strategies to mitigate the crisis.

Zion Fitzwilliam gazed at her profoundly, then suddenly reached up to wipe away a tear from her eye, smiling, "Don’t worry, it’s not as bad as you think."

Elara Hale felt her heart swell with emotion, nearly brought to tears by gratitude. She couldn’t believe her good fortune in meeting such a gentle and warm-hearted person, someone who cared about her as a stranger, sympathizing with her ordeal and standing up for her, better than her own sibling.