Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 101: Mason Jacobs’ Infertility

Kylie Dalton was almost driven to madness by Mason Jacobs’ stupidity.

She raised her hand, pointing at him, "Foolish! Do you know what people will say about you if you keep this up? Keeping such a big child at home, how is Rosalind supposed to find a proper family to marry into?"

"No, this child absolutely cannot stay. Mason, you must send her back tomorrow," Kylie insisted firmly, leaving no room for refusal, "Child, you better manage your wife well. Being married into the Jacobs Family is vastly different from her previous impoverished family. Don’t let her do things that embarrass the Jacobs Family every day!"

Mason Jacobs glanced at Cecilia Quincy, who looked at him with hope, wishing he would say something for her.

Unexpectedly, Mason simply said, "Cece has always been understanding. Talk to her properly, she will understand."

Listening to these words, Cecilia felt a mix of emotions in her heart—disappointment and heartache.

She thought Mason would stand up for her, defend her, and urge Kylie Dalton to be more polite to her.

Kylie Dalton shot Cecilia a glare, not considering her important at all at the moment, focusing instead on the matter of the little brat, "Mason, listen to your mother, that child must be sent away."

Mason, feeling a bit irritated, said, "Mom, Cece has already brought the child home. There’s no reason to send her away. Cece has always been kind-hearted. She wants to adopt the child; naturally, I need to support her. This matter is settled, you don’t need to worry about it."

Kylie Dalton’s expression turned a bit ugly, and as she was about to say something more, Mason had already turned and headed upstairs.

She could only swallow her frustration for now, harshly jotting down this — to be settled later — against Cecilia’s account.

Cecilia quickly took the opportunity when Kylie wasn’t paying attention and followed Mason upstairs.

She didn’t want to be forcefully pushed into the ancestral hall by Kylie later.

Inside the bedroom, she saw Mason changing clothes and walked up to help him. As soon as she touched the suit, she hissed in pain.

Mason asked, "What’s wrong?"

Cecilia intentionally hid her hand behind her back, held back her tears, and smiled casually, saying, "It’s nothing."

Mason frowned, forcefully grabbed her hand, and upon seeing the numerous blister marks on her fair hands, asked with concern, "How did this happen?"

Cece bit her lip and lowered her head, remaining silent.

Mason sighed, "Is it because you were eager to prove yourself and overexerted doing work?"

Cece’s tears of grievance fell, "I... it’s not me... it’s Mom. She had me trim the outside plants and said that from today, the gardener responsible for trimming would be dismissed, so in the future, it’s all on me... Brother Mason, I just didn’t want Mom to be angry. It’s just a few hours of hard work, I’ll endure it, please don’t blame Mom."

Mason’s brows knitted tightly as he asked, "Was it Mom who made you trim outside?"

Cece nodded, holding back her tears, a flash of worry crossing her face, quickly saying, "Brother Mason, maybe Mom wants to save some money. I know you care about me, but please don’t argue with her over me."

"I understand." Mason sighed, holding her hand tenderly, "Cece, being with me, you’ve truly suffered."

Cece was taken aback, then shyly said, "To be with you, I’m not afraid of any hardship. Brother Mason, about Mom..."

Mason shook his head and sighed, "My mom is stubborn and narrow-minded. Don’t take her too seriously. She’s targeting you because she doesn’t understand you yet. After some familiarity, it’ll be different."

Cece felt a flash of bad premonition, forced a dry smile, and said, "I’ve been with our mom for quite a while, how can it not be familiar..."

Mason gently petted her hair, tender yet with pity, "Cece, no matter what, she’s an elder. Even if she’s unreasonable, you need to be patient with her, alright?"

"I..." Cece widened her eyes, not expecting him to say that—to tolerate Kylie Dalton? She’s practically a venomous snake, how to tolerate? On the first day of marriage, she already treated her like a servant, wanting her to kneel in the ancestral hall; how could she tolerate more?

Earlier downstairs, she just felt upset about Mason’s reaction, but now she was thoroughly disappointed—the man she dearly loved, who cast aside everything to choose to be with her, wouldn’t stand by her?

Between his mother and wife, he chose his mother?

Cece was utterly disheartened, her hand trembling uncontrollably as she wanted to say a few words to probe Mason’s true thoughts, but Mason had already picked up his suit jacket and turned to walk out.

"I need to go out for a while, stay at home and keep Mom company."

He left these words, closed the door, and left.

Cece stood there in disbelief, so, what was this? What the hell was this?!

From the moment she returned from abroad half a year ago, she meticulously planned engaging with Mason step by step, leading him to betray his marriage and choose her over Elara.

She ingratiated herself, used all her tricks to make Rosalind and Kylie Dalton detest Elara and support and favor her.

She successfully drove Elara and Mason to divorce, and successfully married into the Jacobs Family.

But in the end, is this the result she gets?

Kylie Dalton, a hidden venomous woman, Rosalind, a selfish and foolish person, and Mason Jacobs, a mama’s boy?

Cece bit her lip, tears of grievance falling, and at this moment, the door was kicked open with a bang. Kylie Dalton stood at the doorway, arms crossed, looking at her coldly, "Cecilia, am I your mother in your eyes? I said to get to the ancestral hall, and what are you still doing here? Wasting time? Hmph, even Mason didn’t bother with this. Who do you think can save you?"

Cecilia trembled, red-eyed and pleaded, "Mom, I’m pregnant, less than two months in, it’s unstable. The ancestral hall is cold, can I..."

Before she finished speaking, Kylie harshly interrupted, "No! What’s wrong with the cold? I’ll have someone send two more blankets, now off you go!"

Cece still didn’t want to go, but Kylie raised her hand, ordering two servants behind her to take her away.

Cece was truly frightened now and quickly begged for mercy, "Mom, I’ll go, I’ll go now."

Kylie then sneered, "You finally realized."

The ancestral hall, sitting on the southwest corner of the villa, was spacious, built like a memorial hall, yet no matter how grand, it’s a place housing the dead. Cece did not want to dwell there.

She didn’t understand why Kylie treated her this way—did she not even care about the child in her womb?

This was the blood of the Jacobs Family!

Cece bit her lip, waited for the servants to leave, then sent a message to Mason, "Brother Mason, Mom wants me to kneel in the ancestral hall for a month. It’s so cold here. I’m afraid something might happen to our child..."

Every word didn’t mention asking for help, but in essence, it was asking for help.

What made her feel desperate was Mason’s reply, "There’s a resting room in the ancestral hall. Have the servants bring two more blankets. Rest well, don’t get too tired. Mom is old, don’t take her seriously, just humor her."

Cece stared incredulously at the message, her fingers trembling uncontrollably.

Just humor Kylie Dalton? Using her pain to humor Kylie Dalton? On what grounds?

She realized she was terribly wrong, fatally mistaken.

Mason Jacobs would never choose to help her over Kylie Dalton.

What was the point of such a marriage, such love?

Even without love, just having money and power, she could still accept it. But newly married and treated like a servant, being bullied and humiliated by Kylie Dalton, what use is it to be the daughter-in-law of the top elite Jacobs Family?

She couldn’t even enjoy anything!

As long as Kylie Dalton is in this house for one more day, as long as Mason Jacobs still cares about this mother, she will never rise again.

At this moment, her love for Mason Jacobs disappeared completely.

She was wrong, she made the most wrong choice. She thought that driving Elara away was her victory, little did she know she was stepping into the pit that Elara avoided.

What to do? Should she just accept fate?

Cecilia Quincy bit her lip, her small face pale but stubborn, she would not resign to fate, she absolutely would not!

Elara Hale was completely unaware of anything concerning the Jacobs Family, the next morning, she hitched a ride with Zion Fitzwilliam to drop Zoe Chase off at school and caught a ride with him to the company.

He did not know that after she went upstairs, Zion Fitzwilliam sat in the car and called Assistant Harris.

Assistant Harris’s voice quickly sounded, "Hello, President Fitzwilliam?"

The smile that had been on Zion Fitzwilliam’s face when dealing with Elara Hale disappeared without a trace, his face stern, he concisely stated, "Progress."

Assistant Harris seemed startled and quickly replied, "The van has been found, dumped at an abandoned factory in the east of the city. Our people searched thoroughly but found no traces, it’s been processed. As for the people in the van, their whereabouts are unknown."

The more he said, the more guilty he felt, as this practically amounted to no progress.

He had been with Zion Fitzwilliam for a long time, knowing his boss was someone who emphasized efficiency. Investigating all night and failing to find any useful clues had already exceeded the boss’s tolerance.

To his surprise, Zion Fitzwilliam only said, "Keep investigating. Also, assign two people to guard outside Zoe Chase’s school."

Although the tone was still displeased, Assistant Harris knew, at least now, he was not being blamed.

He daringly asked, "Are you worried those people will target Zoe Chase?"

"Just in case." Zion Fitzwilliam rubbed his temples, "It’d be best if they don’t, but if they do, it’s no matter. In fact, I suspect this matter is related to Chris Chase; investigate his social connections again, see if he’s offended anyone."

"Yes."

Assistant Harris hung up the phone.

Zion Fitzwilliam did not immediately start the car, he still frowned tightly, the matters of The Chase Family were not of concern to him, the reason he was involved was because Elara Hale was involved.

If anything happened to Zoe Chase and her mother, Elara Hale would definitely be heartbroken. So he came to involve himself in this dispensable affair.

But what occupied his mind now was another matter.

After a while, he bowed his head and retrieved a document from his phone.

The document contained everything about Elara Hale.

He had only skimmed it before. Although before approaching her, he had conducted a detailed investigation, he knew such an invasive action would not please Elara Hale.

He only briefly reviewed her social connections without opening it again.

Recalling the things she said yesterday.

A cold glint flashed in Zion Fitzwilliam’s eyes, as he paged through, finally arriving at a small segment of related information.

Three times, in just half a year, the Jacobs Family had forced her into three IVF attempts!

An overwhelming fury surged in his eyes!

The Jacobs Family spent the morning in tranquility until just before noon, when both Jacobs Group and Jacobs Villa received a letter.

In the Jacobs Group’s president’s office, Mason Jacobs opened the letter, unfolded the paper, and stood up with a sudden burst of anger!

It was his medical evaluation report, showing infertility!

Who was it that dared to play such a vicious and filthy prank on him?!

This report had been made exceptionally realistically, Mason Jacobs glared coldly at the report, infertility? This was pure nonsense!

Although he hadn’t systematically undergone a check-up, he knew his body well enough, perfectly normal, how could he be infertile?!

Moreover, he had never undergone any related tests, where did this report come from?

Evidently, someone was disgusting him on purpose, deliberately showing him such things.

Just then, his phone rang; it was Kylie Dalton calling, furious as well, "Mason, I just received a medical report of yours claiming infertility, this is slander, a personal attack, you must find this person and send them to jail!"

Mason Jacobs frowned deeply, "You received it too?"

Kylie Dalton angrily said, "It was thrown from outside, I checked the surveillance, didn’t find anyone."

Which meant, no clues could be found within the neighborhood.

Mason Jacobs said solemnly, "Mom, I know, leave this matter alone, I will find the person responsible."

Dare to slander him, he would let them know what it means to beg to live, but not be able to die!

"By the way," Kylie Dalton said irritably, "what are you going to do with the child you insisted on keeping yesterday?"

Mason Jacobs paused, then remembered Jasmine’s matter, after a moment, he said, "I’ll have Special Assistant Wood make arrangements."

Kylie Dalton was still somewhat upset over this matter, snorted, and hung up the phone.

Mason Jacobs put away the phone, dialed the internal line, called Special Assistant Wood in, and instructed, "Go back to the villa, take Jasmine to meet Principal Lawson, arrange for her to enroll in elementary school. Jasmine’s not had any education, at ten years old she can only start in first grade, have the teachers keep a close eye on her, so she’s not bullied by other kids at school."

Special Assistant Wood was slightly surprised by Mason Jacobs’ attentiveness; in his impression, President Jacobs had never been so concerned about anything.

He had long heard of Jasmine’s name, she was the child the former lady boss wished to adopt, he had accompanied President Jacobs to the welfare home once.

Unexpectedly, President Jacobs was divorced, remarried, and had his own child, yet still cared for this child.

That child was truly lucky.

With such thoughts, Special Assistant Wood bowed and exited to carry out Mason Jacobs’ instructions.

Half an hour later, Jasmine sat in his car.