Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 53: I Don’t Love You Anymore

Zion Fitzwilliam said, "Why ask me? If you think you should take it, then take it."

Brandon White quickly waved his hand, speaking righteously, "Sister-in-law, I’m a lawyer. Doing my best for my client is part of my duty. Just pay me the litigation fee, that’s all."

Zion Fitzwilliam also spoke, "This case was originally meant to give him practice. Whether we win or not doesn’t really matter to us. You don’t need to feel guilty about taking the money."

How could Elara Hale not feel guilty? She quickly said, "The key to winning the case lies with you, I..."

Before she could finish, Brandon White interrupted her with a look of integrity, "Sister-in-law, ever since the day I became a lawyer, serving the people has been my ideal. Do you want to tarnish my ideal with money?"

Elara Hale quickly said, "I didn’t mean it like that..."

Brandon White looked at her sincerely, "If that’s the case, then please don’t insult my dream with money, okay?"

Elara Hale dumbly nodded.

Zion Fitzwilliam couldn’t bear to look directly, turning his back and using a cough to cover up his almost uncontrollable laughter.

Elara Hale used to only know that Brandon White was a novice lawyer who had just obtained his professional qualification. Little did she know that his heart was so noble, that he truly loved being a lawyer, treated it as his faith.

At this moment, Elara Hale had nothing but respect for Brandon White.

Since Brandon White refused to let money insult his dream and Zion Fitzwilliam also insisted on not wanting the money, Elara Hale was left with no choice but to drop the matter for the time being.

Originally, she planned to return the favor, but now, the favor debt just kept growing larger.

After finishing the meal, Brandon White said he had some matters to attend to and left first. Zion Fitzwilliam stood up and said to Elara Hale, "I’m going to the restroom, you wait for me in the lobby area."

Elara Hale nodded and went to the front desk to pay the bill.

However, the front desk told her that the bill had already been settled.

Elara Hale was stunned, "Who paid the bill?"

The front desk replied, "It was one of your table guests, the one who left first just now."

Elara Hale regretfully patted her forehead.

She had intended to treat them to a meal and give them some money, but they refused the money and even paid for the meal themselves.

This was really embarrassing.

At the corner, Mason Jacobs, who had just come out of a private room with friends, paused in his steps, staring at the familiar figure at the front desk, "Elara Hale?"

When Elara Hale turned her head, she saw Mason Jacobs. The smile on her face vanished, and she asked, "Mr. Jacobs, what a coincidence. Is there something you need?"

Mason Jacobs pressed his lips together.

In the past, Elara Hale was like his pet. No matter how badly he treated her, she always responded with a smile. No matter where he went, when he turned around, she’d be there smiling at him.

But now, looking at Elara Hale’s indifferent expression, Mason Jacobs felt a surge of inexplicable anger rising within him. He motioned for his friends to leave and then walked a few steps forward, grabbing Elara Hale’s wrist!

"What games have you been playing lately?" Mason Jacobs looked down at her, gritting his teeth, "Do you find this game of hard-to-get fun? Do you think this will make me think more highly of you?"

Elara Hale looked at him in disbelief, "Mr. Jacobs, are you crazy? I told you a long time ago, since the day of the divorce, I never thought of turning back. Are you taking yourself too seriously?!"

She struggled, but Mason Jacobs didn’t let go, sneering, "Do you think I don’t know? You’re using this lawsuit to put pressure on me, aren’t you? What kind of deal did you make with that lawyer, Brandon White? He suddenly targets me, and you must have played a big part in it, right?"

Elara Hale was speechless. All the feelings she had for Mason Jacobs had vanished without a trace that day when he forced her to drink that laced wine. Hearing Mason Jacobs’ words now, she just found it ridiculous.

"I don’t understand what you’re talking about." Elara Hale glared at him, "Let me go!"

Mason Jacobs didn’t let go, tightly gripping her wrist, "Don’t think that using these tactics will make me change my mind. We’re over! If you’re so unwilling to accept it, then openly compete with Cece. There’s no need to resort to such low tricks!"

Elara Hale almost laughed in anger, her good upbringing allowing her to maintain the last bit of composure even in such a situation, "Mason Jacobs, don’t you understand human language? I’ve already said it, I’ve given up, let go, I don’t love you anymore!"

I don’t love you anymore!

These five words hit Mason Jacobs like a thunderclap, momentarily stunning his angry expression.

Elara Hale said what? She doesn’t love him anymore? How is that possible? 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Wasn’t she supposed to see him as a savior, to love him to death?

At this moment, a hand suddenly interjected, in a manner that allowed no refusal, swatting away his hand and pulling Elara Hale into an embrace.

Mason Jacobs snapped back to reality, just to see Zion Fitzwilliam holding Elara Hale protectively in an overtly possessive manner, looking at him coldly.

He detected the wariness behind Zion Fitzwilliam’s indifference and suddenly laughed, "Zion Fitzwilliam, do you really think she loves you? She just divorced me and immediately turned to marry you. You’re just a tool for her to forget me!"

Zion Fitzwilliam eyed him with disdain, chuckling lightly, "Mr. Jacobs, you may be too confident in yourself."

Mason Jacobs snorted coldly, "I admit, you have some skills, enough for Mr. Hale at Aethel Insurance to focus on nurturing you. But in the end, you’re just a mere employee, unable to provide her with a life of luxury and wealth. It won’t be long before she realizes the gap between you and me, understands that what I once gave her is something you can never provide!"

Zion Fitzwilliam’s face darkened as he coldly said, "I’m curious, for what purpose did Mr. Jacobs say such words? Do you hope she realizes your worth and comes back to you?"

Mason Jacobs’ expression changed, immediately denying, "How could that be!"

Zion Fitzwilliam scoffed, "Your words are quite misleading."

Mason Jacobs also realized his gaffe. In truth, he wasn’t interested in Elara Hale at all, but why did he call out to her earlier and waste time saying so many inexplicable things?

With a somber expression, he turned around and left.

At this moment, Elara Hale’s phone rang. She quickly answered, "Hello, what’s up?"

Zara Dalton’s urgent but suppressed tone came over, "Elara, are you free now? Could you bring some cash to The East End for me? I just called Esther, and that bastard told me to fend for myself!"

Elara Hale was taken aback, quickly asking, "Sure, how much do you need? Is something wrong?"

Zara Dalton hesitated a bit, "I was having dinner with Miss Sommers, and I didn’t realize that the restaurant here in the suburbs only takes cash, but I don’t have enough on me... Not much, five thousand will do."

Elara Hale chuckled after hearing this, "Alright, send me your location, I’m on my way.

After hanging up, she said to Zion Fitzwilliam, "Zara’s eating out with his girlfriend and is short on money. I’m going to bring him some, you can head back first."

Zion Fitzwilliam remained impassive, saying in a deep voice, "I’ll go with you."

Elara Hale hesitated for a moment, about to refuse, but then Zion Fitzwilliam added, "It’s too late to go to the suburbs alone. Since we’re taking a taxi, it costs the same whether it’s two people or one."

Elara Hale thought about it and realized he had a point, so she nodded, apologetically saying, "Then I’m going to have to take up your time again tonight."

Zion Fitzwilliam gave a soft laugh, "It’s no problem."

Not far away, Mason Jacobs, who had just left, watched as the two got into a taxi, his eyes flickering, and he waved to hail a cab as well.

"Driver, follow the car in front."