Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 43: The Overbearing CEO Steps Into Reality
This situation isn’t something that can be solved by just soaking in cold water at home. He doesn’t have confidence in his self-control; it’s more reliable to go to the hospital.
He quickly arrived at the hospital.
Because Zion Fitzwilliam had arranged on the phone with his assistant while on the way, there was someone waiting specifically upon arrival. Zion placed the person he was holding onto a mobile hospital bed, and the medical staff immediately arranged for her stomach to be pumped and an IV drip.
Half an hour later, Elara Hale slowly regained consciousness.
What she saw was a dazzling white, and the strong smell of disinfectant in the air made her frown involuntarily. She soon realized that she was in a hospital.
Her hand still had an IV needle inserted. By the window stood a tall man in a black suit, with his back to her. One hand was in the pocket of his suit pants, while the other held a phone to his ear, speaking softly.
It was Zion Fitzwilliam.
Her body felt no different; she... was saved?
After a few minutes, Zion finished his call and turned around, meeting Elara’s pensive gaze. He paused first, then walked over, bent down, and asked, "How are you feeling? Is there anywhere uncomfortable in your body?"
Elara snapped back to reality, realizing she had just been infatuated with his silhouette, instantly feeling ashamed. His handsome posture was almost too much, like a domineering CEO coming to life.
If he hadn’t said anything, who would believe he was just an insurance salesman?
Luckily, he hadn’t noticed.
Despite the embarrassment in her heart, Elara maintained a nonchalant demeanor and replied, "Nothing uncomfortable... Did you save me?"
Zion nodded, explaining in a deep voice, "Just happened to pass by."
Elara gave an "Mm" and said no more.
The atmosphere in the ward fell silent for a moment. Zion frowned, asking, "Why were you there? Did you know that Rosalind Jacobs had drugged the wine she gave you?"
Elara’s expression froze for a moment, then she laughed bitterly, "It wasn’t her; it was Mason Jacobs."
Hearing Mason Jacob’s name, Zion’s eyebrows raised slightly, then his dark eyes deepened, "Why would he do that to you?"
"He’s resentful about the evidence we provided," Elara looked at him, "He forced me to tell him how the video came about, I didn’t tell him, so he forced me to drink that glass of wine."
Hearing this, Zion’s face seemed expressionless, yet inside he felt anger. What kind of man would stoop so low to force a woman to drink such things?
How could she have been so blinded to be interested in such a man?
His Adam’s apple moved up and down, taking a few seconds to restrain his emotions before continuing, "Why did you go to see him?"
It wasn’t an interrogation; he realized there must be hidden reasons. He knew Elara’s character—gentle and patient, but always resolute once she’d made up her mind.
Since she chose divorce, she wouldn’t go back to seek reconciliation with Mason Jacobs.
There must be a compelling reason for her to go.
Elara talked about her father being troubled by the Jacobs family, then sighed lightly, feeling a pang of sadness, "Now Mason refuses to relent, and Kylie Dalton has said she won’t let go of me and my dad. I might have to temporarily leave Northgarde for a while."
This was something she’d decided after realizing there was no hope of Jacobs family’s mercy at the clubhouse.
Bothering them was futile; she could find a way to escape.
But leaving the familiar home, leaving the place she’d spent thirty years in, made her feel a bit sentimental. Yet, it was a temporary solution, as once this period passes, she might still return.
Even if she couldn’t return, she could sell their house in Northgarde, and she and her father could settle in another city where she earns enough; they should manage.
It wouldn’t be easy, but what’s more important than safety? She only wanted her father safe and sound; he’s suffered enough and deserves a peaceful retirement.
Her eyes were filled with exhaustion, having long lost hope regarding the Jacobs family.
Looking at Zion Fitzwilliam, she smiled bitterly, and continued, "As for our marriage, it might need to be put on hold. Of course, if you still need me as your wife, we won’t divorce, but I probably can’t accompany you home to perform for Grandma Fitzwilliam anymore."
Watching her despondent expression, Zion’s gaze softened slightly, his voice low, "There’s no rush. We’ll talk about it later."
Elara nodded, realizing it couldn’t be rushed, so she didn’t bring it up again.
Thanks to timely treatment, Elara was discharged that evening.
Zion Fitzwilliam sent her home but left, citing urgent matters.
Elara didn’t mind; after all, sales jobs rarely have regular hours—he was likely socializing, possibly with some unique requirements. She saw it as his privacy and didn’t intend to pry.
Oceanus Restaurant, VIP area.
Zara Dalton gentlemanly accepted the red wine handed over by the waiter, personally opened it, poured a glass, and handed it to the girl opposite.
Ultimately, he couldn’t defy his mother’s arrangement and came to meet this blind date.
Upon meeting, he found the person wasn’t as unpleasant as he imagined.
Initially, he thought someone like Haylie Sommers—an only daughter from a wealthy family—would have eccentricities or a spoiled princess attitude, but upon meeting her, he realized none of that was true.
Haylie Sommers was petite, wearing a beige dress, her hair elegantly tied back, reminding him of his dear friend Elara Hale, displaying the same graceful, composed appearance—there were similarities.
Her first impression was positive.
Furthermore, Haylie Sommers spoke elegantly, connecting well in conversation. Their worldviews aligned, slowly evolving Zara Dalton’s resistance into a growing admiration for her.
Thus, the dinner stretched on until past ten.
Haylie Sommers accepted the wine, took a gentle sip, and said with a smile, "Mr. Dalton, you’re far more interesting than I imagined. I thoroughly enjoyed this dinner, thank you."
Zara Dalton mirrored her appreciation, smiling slightly, "Miss Sommers is also much more interesting than I imagined. Your presence made tonight truly delightful; I should be thanking you."
