Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 198: Your Son Has Gone Mad

Mason Jacobs frowned, looking at her with deep affection, "Elara, the time we spent together was so happy. It’s only been four years, do you want to pretend those times never existed? I’m in love with you! I believe there’s definitely a place for me in your heart, otherwise, you would have let Zion Fitzwilliam ruin me completely long ago. But I’m still fine now, that’s all thanks to you, isn’t it?"

Elara Hale never dreamed Mason Jacobs would act like this.

"I loved you and hated you too. Now I feel nothing for you. Standing in front of me, you’re no different from a stranger," Elara Hale said as she looked at him. "Mason Jacobs, I won’t let Zion Fitzwilliam ruin you because you helped me during my hardest times. As ugly as everything was, that help was genuine, and I’m willing to leave some dignity for you. But beyond that, there’s nothing more. Don’t overthink it."

She calmly spoke her mind, not expecting Mason Jacobs’ expression to change.

But he quickly returned to normal, eyes showing pain, "Elara, we’ve had so many memories together. I don’t believe you really don’t love me anymore. If you just abort the child and come back to me, I promise to love you as much as before. I’ll never do anything wrong by you again. Just give me a chance."

Elara Hale took a step back, looking at him defensively, "Are you crazy? My pregnancy has nothing to do with you. I’m pregnant with Zion Fitzwilliam’s child. I love him and want to have his baby. Why would I abort the child and be with you?"

She didn’t know how Mason Jacobs found out about her pregnancy, but she instinctively felt wary of Mason Jacobs. His behavior seemed off.

When they first met, he was a gentleman, and she thought the term "gentlemanly grace" was made for him.

After they married, the feelings faded. At worst, he was cold and manipulative, but never relentlessly persistent like this.

And his gaze now always made her uneasy, like he wanted to drag her into a dark hell.

Mason Jacobs was hurt by her retreat, sadly saying, "Why won’t you accept me? I love you! Is my love really so repulsive to you? Why can you have a child with Zion Fitzwilliam but not be with me? I don’t even mind you being tainted!"

Elara Hale’s expression darkened. She rarely lost her temper, but now she coldly replied, "Mason Jacobs, don’t impose your disgusting values on me. I left you to escape a wrong relationship—I was saving myself. I’m not tainted. Zion Fitzwilliam and I genuinely love each other and are nurturing a love child. You have no right to judge me."

With that, she ignored him and turned to leave.

Mason Jacobs hurriedly grabbed her hand, "Elara, don’t be mad. I was wrong. I misspoke. You’re not tainted. In my heart, you’ll always be pure. Elara, I’m sorry. Please don’t go."

Elara Hale shook off his hand, frowned, and said, "Mason Jacobs, you’ve really gone crazy!"

Did he even know what he was doing?

Mason Jacob stubbornly watched her, "No matter what, I absolutely won’t let go of your hand. If you want to keep the child, keep it. I’ll treat them like my own as long as you’re with me. I don’t care about anything else."

"Who wants to be with you?" Elara Hale, usually gentle, was now annoyed by his persistence, "Mason Jacobs, I won’t be with you. I’ve moved on from that relationship. You should look forward, okay? You’re the one who caused the divorce, not me, so why act like this now? Is it fun?"

"It is fun!" Mason Jacobs tightly grabbed her, unwilling to let go, "I love you, Elara!"

"I don’t love you anymore!" Elara Hale couldn’t bear it any longer, "Seeing you reminds me of past hurts. I can’t accept you again! Please stay away from me!"

Mason Jacobs looked at her, devastated, unable to believe such hurtful words came from her mouth.

Elara Hale didn’t spare him another glance, turning to go upstairs.

As she entered the elevator, Mason Jacob’s infatuated look vanished completely. He watched the direction Elara Hale disappeared into with a sullen expression, then pulled out a cigarette and lit up.

Does she really care so much about Zion Fitzwilliam?

Then what were those three years with him worth to her?

If she truly forgot the past so easily, then what do his lingering feelings mean?

He finished smoking a cigarette, turned, headed for the roadside, and drove away.

Jacobs Villa.

Kylie Dalton and Rosalind Jacobs sat lifelessly in the living room.

After Mason Jacob brought them back, he scolded them harshly, finally leaving with the words, "If you don’t want to live peacefully, get out of the Jacobs family!"

And then he left.

Since taking over Jacobs Corporation, Mason Jacobs had always been steady. Rosalind Jacobs had never seen her brother like this, speaking to her so severely.

She was a bit frightened.

And Kylie Dalton recalled that night three and a half years ago. He had the same look—madness mixed with savagery. She thought he would explode, but he didn’t. In the end, he resigned himself to clean up her mess.

Today’s Mason Jacobs gave Kylie Dalton a similar feeling as three years ago.

She was inexplicably scared, so she didn’t say much.

Not until Mason Jacobs had left for a long time, did the mother and daughter speak.

Finally, Rosalind Jacobs stood up, stoically saying, "I’m going for a walk."

This house was becoming unbearable.

Kylie Dalton glanced at her irritably, remained silent.

Just then, Kylie Dalton’s phone buzzed—a new email, indicating a video.

She looked at the sender—anonymous again.

Remembering the last anonymous email.

Even though Mason Jacobs said last time’s anonymous email was fake, she still had doubts. Now seeing the new email, her eyes involuntarily trembled.

Then she raised her hand to click on the email.

It was a very dark video. She took one look and couldn’t control a scream, throwing the phone aside!

The bloody scene and the human figure made her shiver in fear. Who sent her such a video, was it a prank?

Damned, lousy trick! Were they trying to scare her deliberately?!

After the shock and anger, she felt uneasy, instinctively picking up the phone again.

The video kept looping the bloody scene—a man’s silhouette facing away from the camera, holding a knife as if admiring the most perfect artwork, cutting one slash at a time...

Kylie Dalton’s pupils suddenly contracted, because she noticed the person lying bloodied on the bed wore a watch very familiar to her.

That watch, which she had just given Patrick Doyle as a birthday gift ten days ago—as he liked green, she specially ordered the green silk strap, one of its kind in Northgarde!

Is that Patrick Doyle?

Kylie Dalton’s breathing became uncontrollably rapid. She stared intently at the screen on her phone, watching the figure raise and lower his hand, one knife, another...

Was it her illusion? Why did she feel the figure looked so much like... Mason?

Was it Mason who killed Patrick Doyle? But why? He had promised her!

Why, knowing how much she cared about Patrick Doyle, did he still kill him!

Crazy hatred surged in Kylie Dalton’s eyes, she couldn’t bear to watch any longer and angrily pressed the power off.

She stormed outside, determined to get answers from Mason Jacobs!

But before she could make it out the door, her phone rang with a call from an unfamiliar number. Frustrated, she picked it up, "Who is this?"

She was eager to go ask Mason Jacobs what was going on, hoping it was all just a bad joke. The previous video could be fake, but this one absolutely couldn’t be, because of the watch strap, only she knew! Plus, she hadn’t seen Patrick Doyle for many days!

However, the voice in the call made her suddenly stop in her tracks.

It was a very cold voice, distorted by a buzzing sound, "Mrs. Jacobs, you received the video, right?"

Kylie Dalton’s face changed, gripping the phone tightly, "You sent me the video? What tricks are you playing? What’s your motive?"

The man’s voice chuckled softly, "I don’t have any motives, just couldn’t stand it anymore. Your son is a murderer, you know that, right?"

The color drained from Kylie Dalton’s face, "I... I don’t know what you’re talking about! Stop talking nonsense!"

"Haha, whether I’m talking nonsense, you know in your heart, there’s no need for me to remind you about the incident three years ago, right? Since then, he became a killing monster. Strictly speaking, it was you who triggered the beast within him back then, so, Patrick Doyle’s death, you are reaping what you sowed."

Kylie Dalton stared with wide eyes, her heart in chaos and panic. She didn’t know who this strange call came from or why the person was so familiar with those matters...

"Are you... trying to blackmail me?" She was silent for a long time, asked in a hoarse voice.

The man’s voice carried a sinister laugh, "No, as I said, it’s not blackmail, just couldn’t stand you being deceived by your son, Mrs. Jacobs, you are a pitiful soul, widowed for so many years, finally someone you liked, but Mason Jacobs killed him mercilessly, you saw the video, right? He died in such agony, being chopped limb by limb, the screams so mournful..."

Kylie Dalton trembled violently from fear; she couldn’t forget the images on the phone, "Don’t say anymore! Don’t say anymore!"

"Don’t think you can drive a wedge between me and my son! Don’t even think about it! I won’t fall for it! The video is synthesized, isn’t it? It must be fake, right?!"

"Mrs. Jacobs, whether the video is fake, I believe you have a basic judgment, I just don’t want you to be kept in the dark, and plus, your son has gone insane. He dared to ignore your warning and killed your beloved Patrick Doyle, who knows who he might kill next?"

Kylie Dalton couldn’t help but shudder.

She was about to ask, but the call had already ended.

She frantically redialed, but could not get through.

Kylie Dalton screamed, throwing the phone violently away, standing in terror. After a long time, she finally calmed down.

Originally eager to confront Mason Jacobs, she now couldn’t summon the courage to go.

That unknown phone call was correct, Mason Jacobs dared to kill Patrick Doyle, who knows if pushed, he might even...

Over those years, she had always known Mason Jacobs was not quite right and knew his hands were dirty, but because of the incident three and a half years ago, she never had the courage to clarify things with him.

Living in denial, lying to herself.

Until today, she suddenly realized she was too naive, her son in her years of denial had become a terrifying demon.

What was she to do? What could she do?

Doyle...was he to die without clarity?

A trace of madness flashed in Kylie Dalton’s eyes, no, she loved Doyle, she had to seek justice for him!

But Mason was her son, was she to send her own son to prison? Even without mentioning the specifics, if Mason Jacobs got caught, she wouldn’t escape from it.

She couldn’t harm her own son... Yet she couldn’t let Doyle’s death be ignored...

Kylie Dalton’s mind gradually formed a crazy idea.

Elsewhere, Rosalind Jacobs, having left the villa, went to Northgarde’s largest shopping mall, buying many things in a fit of frustration.

After falling out with Elara Hale, she rarely came out shopping because she found no friends in Northgarde.

Carrying large bags from the mall, Rosalind finally felt some relief. Just then, a few stylishly dressed girls walked towards her.

The one leading them was Haylie Sommers.

Rosalind Jacobs saw her, instinctively stopped, but said nothing.

Given the bitter end of their friendship, meeting Haylie Sommers face-to-face was still quite awkward.

Haylie Sommers saw Rosalind too, her gaze hostile, saying nothing as she barreled past Rosalind Jacobs.

She deliberately bumped Rosalind’s shoulder hard.

Rosalind Jacobs gasped, losing hold of the large bags, spilling them onto the ground.

"Haylie Sommers!" she cried angrily, "We were friends once, how could you do this to me!"

Haylie Sommers raised an eyebrow, sneering, "Friends, were we? You ever treated me as such? Without you ruining me, would I have lost everything? Fool! Stay away from me!"

"You!" Rosalind was already feeling upset today, and now being insulted by Haylie Sommers, her eyes reddened instantly.

About to retort fiercely, suddenly a righteous male voice came from behind, "What’s going on? Several people bullying a girl, what are you trying to do? Bullying?"

Rosalind Jacobs paused, turned to see a plainly dressed man standing behind her, angrily facing Haylie Sommers and her friends.

Nearby not far, a girl with a ponytail exclaimed in confusion, "Connor, come here! It’s not our business, why get involved?"

The man turned, disapprovingly saying, "Jean, when seeing injustice, intervene, especially when they bully a girl like this, how can I stand by and do nothing?"

Jean Dunn didn’t know what to say, just stood there worriedly. She was concerned for Connor, afraid that among the wealthy in the mall, him being an ordinary guy, what if he offended someone?