Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 188: So Naggy, So Long-Winded

Elara actually had nowhere else to go, but she subconsciously didn’t want to return to the home they shared...

Suddenly pregnant, and with twins no less, it completely caught her off guard.

She wanted some time to herself to think things over.

Zion Fitzwilliam noticed her struggle and asked, "How about I take you to Esther Carter’s place?"

Elara thought for a moment, "That works."

It just felt a little weird.

This strange feeling intensified when the car stopped outside Esther Carter’s apartment complex.

Zion Fitzwilliam reminded her, "Pregnancy makes you more vulnerable, be careful with your actions. Whether you want the babies or not, don’t hurt yourself."

Elara acknowledged him and got out of the car.

She finally understood where that weird feeling came from; Zion Fitzwilliam sending her to Esther Carter’s place and reminding her so carefully felt just like her parents during high school. When she hit a learning plateau, she took an impromptu three-day leave from school, and her parents didn’t dare rush her. They tentatively asked if she wanted to relax at a friend’s place, and upon receiving her confirmation, they eagerly took her there, hoping she would overcome it quickly.

Zion Fitzwilliam gave her that same parental vibe.

But he’s not her parents.

Anyway, Elara felt odd about it.

But she didn’t dwell on it too much and quickly walked into the complex.

Unbeknownst to her, after she entered the apartment complex, Zion Fitzwilliam called Esther Carter from the car parked outside.

Esther Carter was surprised, "The great Mr. Fitzwilliam, what brings you to concern yourself with me? Do you have new resources for me?"

Luckily, after her last drama wrapped up, she had been taking a break and hadn’t found a good script.

If the great Mr. Fitzwilliam offered, she couldn’t refuse it, hehehe.

Zion Fitzwilliam paused, "The Fitzwilliam Group’s investment company recently invested in a few new dramas. I’ll have Miles Morgan send you the scripts later. Big productions, you might not get the lead role, can you accept that?"

"I can, I can, of course I can!" Esther Carter nodded eagerly. Just kidding, knowing the lineup of a drama the great Mr. Fitzwilliam invested in, she’d be crazy to care about her ranking.

To be blunt, if she could be instructed by those renowned directors, she might not walk sideways in the industry, but she’d certainly have a strong hand.

Esther Carter was thrilled, like a bootlicker saying, "The great Mr. Fitzwilliam, you’re like my dad; I’m loyal to you. I’ll even build a temple and burn joss paper for you..."

Zion Fitzwilliam, who just leveled up to dad, upon hearing this, "..."

He was silent for a moment before speaking, "Don’t rush to thank me. I need your help with something."

Esther Carter sobered up from her excitement, cautious, "What help?"

She’s not about tricking friends.

Although she found it a pity that Elara decided to leave the great Mr. Fitzwilliam, since Elara was determined, she wouldn’t go against her friend’s decision.

Zion Fitzwilliam said, "Elara went to see you. She hasn’t had dinner. Could you make her something to eat?"

He paused, then asked worriedly, "You can cook, right?"

Esther Carter: ??

But she felt a bit guilty, "Not very well."

At least not as well as Elara.

She didn’t dwell on it, "Don’t worry, the great Mr. Fitzwilliam, what’s the worry if Elara hasn’t eaten? I have everything at home; if she’s hungry, she can cook for herself."

It’s a good chance for her to mooch a meal, hehe.

Zion Fitzwilliam paused and straightforwardly pointed out the problem, "If you don’t cook, how would you have everything at home?"

"..."

Esther Carter silently glanced towards the kitchen, "Why do you care so much?"

Zion Fitzwilliam had no interest in digging into her affairs, only reminding her, "Don’t let Elara cook; if you can’t manage, I’ll have a few dishes sent over, and you can say you ordered takeout."

Esther Carter was speechless, "Can’t I just order takeout directly?"

"Takeout isn’t healthy," Zion Fitzwilliam stated plainly.

Esther Carter, "... Great Mr. Fitzwilliam, how can you say such motherly words in such a calm and steady tone?"

So nagging, so eccentric.

Clearly a domineering president, nagged into an old man.

Zion Fitzwilliam was indifferent to her complaints, and reminded her again, "Don’t order takeout, take care of her, and if she doesn’t return tonight, let her go to sleep early."

Esther Carter was completely speechless, "Got it."

Proving facts, men who were domineering once they start nagging lose any charm.

Before hanging up, she asked, "When will Elara arrive?"

Zion Fitzwilliam replied, "I watched her walk into your complex before calling. She should be there soon."

Esther Carter’s expression changed. So fast?

She thought Elara was still on the way!

No, there’s a problem in her kitchen; she can’t let Elara see it.

With this thought, she immediately ran into the kitchen, grabbing the man cooking and pushed him out, "My best friend is coming, you should head back!"

Owen Grayson looked sad, "Huh? Why do I have to leave when she comes? Am I less important in your heart than your best friend?"

"What nonsense," Esther Carter groaned, rightly saying, "What’s your status, worthy to compare with my best friend?"

Owen Grayson: ...

His heart was heavily wounded.

He clung to the kitchen door, refusing to leave and shouted, "Since she’s your best friend, she’s my friend too. What’s wrong with me meeting her? Getting to know your friends wouldn’t hurt!"

Esther Carter tried her best to push him out but couldn’t move him, lost patience, and glared at Owen Grayson with her hands on her hips, "I advise you to be sensible, don’t dream that getting familiar with my best friend will win her over. Whether you stand a chance is up to me. I’m the kind of person who listens to no one. If you act rogue again, believe me, I’ll break up with you tomorrow."

Owen Grayson: (ó﹏ò｡)

He believed it.

Not daring to anger her further, he grabbed his jacket, aggrievedly left, and cheekily kissed Esther Carter on the face before going.

Esther Carter disdainfully wiped the slobber off her face.

It was quite thrilling, Owen had just stepped out for two minutes when Elara showed up. Esther opened the door for her and before she could say anything, Elara announced, "I’m pregnant."

Esther was baffled, questioning if there was something wrong with her ears.

Elara understood how she felt; she had the same reaction when she first heard the news at the hospital.

So, she kindly repeated, "I’m pregnant, and it’s twins."

Esther finally understood why the great Mr. Fitzwilliam was so chatty, like an old lady, on the phone earlier.

My goodness, if her wife were pregnant, she’d be even more verbose!

Oh, wait, she’s a woman, so there’s no way she’d have a wife. Sorry, that was a bit presumptuous.

Esther shakily helped Elara into the house and asked an obvious question, "Is it Mr. Fitzwilliam’s?"

Elara looked at her speechlessly, "Who else could it be?"

Esther pondered briefly, Elara being pregnant was good news, at least Fitzwilliam was obviously excited. But Elara had decided to divorce, and now in this moment of pregnancy she had come to her, which meant...

"You wouldn’t be undecided about whether to keep these two kids, would you?" She looked at Elara with a complex expression.

Elara brushed her belly, feeling nothing at all, and admitted frankly, "I don’t know, the pregnancy was too sudden, but I actually look forward to having my own child."

She was never one to dislike kids; she always looked forward to having her own, but single-parenting posed quite a challenge for her.

Moreover, she had adopted Joanne Carter; given her financial situation, she wasn’t sure if she could properly raise these two in her belly.

In short, Elara’s mind was a mess, thousands of thoughts tangled up without any clear direction.

Esther sat beside her, curious, reaching for her belly, "It’s really hard to believe that there are actually two little ones in there."

Elara laughed gently; she also found it astonishing.

Esther said, "If I were you, I’d keep these two kids. Don’t worry about not being able to support them. Even if you raise them alone, Zion Fitzwilliam has to pay child support; it’s not just your responsibility to bring these kids into the world."

She silently added in her heart, not to mention, with Fitzwilliam’s temper, would he allow these two kids to wander off?

"He also said he’d take care of it." Elara sighed, leaning on her hand and said, "But you know, growing up in a single-parent family, would it affect their mental health? And I feel I can’t manage raising two on my own; perhaps Zion and I could take one each."

Esther hesitated and suggested, "Why not avoid the divorce then? Zion Fitzwilliam treats you well, in all aspects he’s impeccable, surely he’ll also be a great dad; why not give him a chance?"

Elara hugged a pillow silently.

Esther felt hopeful and continued to persuade, "Previously meeting Mason Jacobs was just bad luck, it wasn’t your fault, it was purely that scumbag had such low standards and no sense of responsibility. But people are different, Elara. No matter how bad Fitzwilliam might get, he wouldn’t do what that scumbag Jacobs did; don’t be too cautious!"

Elara spoke in a muffled voice, "Of course I know he’s different from Mason Jacobs, but in this world, the issues that arise from differences in status are all similarly challenging. No matter how good he is, I have to face the problems that come with that status. You know, right after I married Mason Jacobs, his mom asked me to host a small banquet, and I didn’t do it well. I couldn’t sort out those complex relationships or handle the family issues; I don’t want to spend the rest of my life doing things I don’t like at all. Previously, I would do anything for love, but now, I don’t want that anymore."

Esther pondered deeply before proposing a guess, "What if, the Fitzwilliam Family really doesn’t have all those messy affairs? There might not even be any banquets hosted by his family, Zion Fitzwilliam might not need you to handle all those relationships..."

She stopped mid-sentence.

Because even she didn’t believe that.

Zion Fitzwilliam is the head of the Fitzwilliam Family; the complexity of his connections is imaginable.

As his wife, Elara will certainly need to deal with these.

Even if Zion Fitzwilliam cherishes her and can shield her from much, there are ultimately many things she will need to handle herself.

Esther sighed, finally understanding Elara.

She had once thought Elara gave up on the relationship too hastily, but now, thinking about it, it didn’t seem regrettable.

"But no matter what, you need to have the kids," Esther decided, "Jacobs Family said you couldn’t have children, but look at the outcome! Mason Jacobs still has nothing to show for, while you, my sister, are having twins with your first pregnancy! What does this indicate? It shows that the issue of not having kids wasn’t on you; so have these two kids, give Kylie Dalton a slap in the face!"

"Besides, you don’t need to worry about how to raise them. Anyway, Zion Fitzwilliam is paying child support, so what are you afraid of? At worst, I’ll help you raise them. Given how I am, I probably won’t have kids this lifetime, so let’s have your kids take care of us when we’re old!"

Actually, Elara was inclined to have the kids; what Esther said pushed her even more towards keeping them.

"Knock, knock, knock——" The door was knocked.

Esther ran to open the door, took the delivery from the runner. Elara asked from the living room, "Did you order takeout?"

Esther sheepishly replied, "Yes, I ordered takeout, worried you hadn’t eaten, so we could have dinner together."

Elara said, "You should have said you hadn’t eaten earlier, why bother? I’d have cooked for you; you’ve always liked my cooking, haven’t you?"

"Hehe, aren’t you pregnant? How could I let you do any labor now?" Esther replied with a smile.

"I’m pregnant, not a porcelain doll, is it that much?"

Elara said amusedly as she helped open the takeout boxes.

Esther didn’t dare to respond, silently griping that indeed, the great Mr. Fitzwilliam had already treated her like a porcelain doll.

Elara originally didn’t have an appetite, but the takeout Esther ordered this time tasted great; even the meat didn’t make her feel nauseous, instead whetting her appetite, and she ate quite a bit.

Esther marveled at her food intake, "No wonder you have two in there; you’ve become such an eater now,"

Elara chuckled as she gathered utensils in the kitchen, "I really need to watch out, or I’ll gain weight like crazy."

"No way..."

Esther was about to reply when she suddenly remembered what was in the kitchen, her expression changed, and she hastily jumped up to stop her, "I’ll clean up, you go rest!"

It was too late, Elara had already entered the kitchen.

Looking at those plates with prepared ingredients, Elara was puzzled, "Since when did you start cooking?"

The vegetables were chopped into segments, the meat marinated, even the scallions were finely sliced, this skill...

"Definitely not your doing, right?" Elara turned her head suspiciously towards her, "You don’t have the patience to slice scallions into strips."

Esther looked down at her toes, "Well... Just before you came, I kicked Owen out."

"What?" Elara was surprised, "Why kick him out? It’s not like I refuse to be seen; wait, why did he cook for you?"

Wasn’t she dismissive of men with fiancées? How did things progress to this point so quickly?

Esther fidgeted, "He... he broke off the engagement, I thought of giving him a chance, but felt maybe... he didn’t present himself well so I hadn’t told you."

Goodness, really good.

Elara found it laughable, "Didn’t present himself well? Does Owen know you say this about him?"

"Who cares if he knows," Esther waved dismissively, "Enough about the mood-killers. Are you sleeping at my place tonight?"

She thought Elara would stay overnight, just like Zion Fitzwilliam expected, but surprisingly, Elara shook her head, "No, I initially just wanted to avoid, but after talking to you, I think it’s better to go back and discuss the kids’ matter with him first."

Esther silently closed her mouth and seized the moment Elara turned to secretly text the great Mr. Fitzwilliam.