Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 114: Haylie Sommers and Cece in Trouble

Chapter 114: Chapter 114: Haylie Sommers and Cece in Trouble

Haylie Sommers?

Elara Hale was bewildered, "What does this have to do with me?"

Not to mention Haylie Sommers, even Rosalind Jacobs, she hadn’t seen for a long time.

Rosalind Jacobs said angrily, "Don’t play dumb, I know it’s you! You knew that Haylie and I kidnapped Cece Quincy at your residential complex, so you found someone to follow us, waiting for a chance to harm us! Elara Hale, I really didn’t see you as so vicious and despicable!"

Elara Hale was even more confused, the amount of information in Rosalind’s words was overwhelming.

She collaborated with Haylie Sommers to kidnap Cece Quincy? And right outside of her residential complex? These unrelated people and events, she couldn’t connect them at all.

Could it be Cece Quincy was following her? Otherwise, why would she appear outside her residential complex?

But why would Rosalind Jacobs kidnap Cece Quincy? Weren’t they best friends? When she just divorced, Rosalind Jacobs practically worshipped Cece Quincy. Did their relationship fall apart so quickly?

Elara Hale’s mind was filled with doubt, but neither the Jacobs Family nor Haylie Sommers had anything to do with her. She used to be too busy to deal with these things, and now she really wished to stay uninvolved.

So she didn’t bother to ask what exactly happened, instead, she said, "Whatever happened to you, has nothing to do with me. If you really want to stand up for your good friend, you should be using every means to find the real culprit, not calling and insulting an innocent bystander like me, trying to pin this on me."

After saying this, she hung up the phone.

It was almost the end of the workday, and Rosalind’s call did not leave any impact on her heart, she continued focusing on her work.

Meanwhile, on the other end of the line, Rosalind Jacobs, holding her phone, looked extremely distressed.

Elara was right. She wanted a scapegoat to take the fall for Haylie’s victimization and bear The Sommers Family’s anger.

Because she couldn’t bear it!

If The Sommers Family knew that Haylie Sommers originally didn’t want to join her, it was her who, because she was too afraid to kidnap Cece Quincy alone at night, persuaded Haylie to accompany her, they would definitely demand an explanation from her.

But what did she do wrong? It was her mother who instructed her to kidnap Cece Quincy. She originally didn’t want to act because she knew how much her brother valued Cece Quincy. If this incident reached her brother, he would be furious.

But her mother threatened her with her marriage, saying, "Rosalind, we’ve all been deceived by Cece Quincy before. A restless woman like her, if allowed to stay in the Jacobs Family, who knows how much chaos she’ll cause. You’re already twenty-four, I was hoping to find someone suitable for you last year, but then your sister-in-law was Elara Hale, which made us a laughingstock. We thought replacing her with Cece Quincy would be better, but she’s just as unpresentable. Rosalind, if you want to marry up, Cece Quincy is your obstacle. Do you understand?"

Left with no choice, Rosalind Jacobs agreed to her mother’s demand. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

She thought her mother had everything covered, and nothing would come back to haunt her no matter how things turned out.

But unexpectedly, the night they kidnapped Cece Quincy, someone followed their car. When she brought Cece Quincy to a suburban factory, she fell into someone else’s trap!

Those were all thugs, more than twenty men, tattooed, smoking cheap cigarettes, riding modified rundown motorcycles. If she fell into their hands, she would be destroyed!

So she found a chance to sneak out, leaving Cece and Haylie in that factory.

Trembling, she hid outside for the whole night, only returning to check the situation when everyone left the next day. As soon as she entered, she saw Haylie Sommers in tatters curled up in a corner, covered in sticky, filthy liquid...

And Cece Quincy lay on the dusty and discarded materials, equally filthy, a puddle of blood under her, uncertain whether she was alive or dead.

Rosalind Jacobs was terrified. She was afraid Haylie Sommers would realize she had deliberately left, afraid The Sommers Family would pin the blame on her. She needed a scapegoat!

So she thought of Elara Hale.

But unexpectedly, Elara Hale hung up her call.

However... it didn’t matter. She hadn’t called to argue with Elara Hale. She only called to let Haylie Sommers know that Elara Hale was responsible for this.

Rosalind Jacobs cautiously approached Haylie Sommers, choking back tears, "Haylie, are you okay? It’s all my fault. If I hadn’t asked you to come out, you wouldn’t have been framed by Elara Hale..."

Haylie Sommers slowly lifted her head, revealing a face already swollen and distorted. Her eyes, like those of a vengeful ghost, stared at Rosalind Jacobs while she rasped, "Where did you go last night...?"

Rosalind had prepared her response long ago, sobbing as she said, "They took me to another place last night. They wanted to sell me; I jumped out of the car and almost died in the wilderness..."

Anyway, those people were gone, Haylie Sommers couldn’t find anyone to verify the story.

Haylie Sommers didn’t doubt her either. During that nightmare of an incident, she indeed resented why Rosalind wasn’t there, but now, hearing Rosalind’s explanation, Haylie gritted her teeth and asked, "Was it Elara Hale who did it?"

Rosalind nodded sorrowfully, "It was her. She admitted it over the phone just now. We’ve been outsmarted by her this time."

Haylie Sommers dug her hands into the ground, her face filled with deep-seated hatred.

Elara Hale, you bitch! How dare you harm me!

Then, I’ll use your life to give The Sommers Family an explanation!

Rosalind took off her coat and draped it over Haylie Sommers, helping her tidy up before saying, "Haylie, let’s go back. This isn’t over. Don’t worry; I’ll make sure Elara Hale pays for this!"

With Rosalind’s support, Haylie Sommers slowly stood up.

Girls from families like theirs, when faced with such incidents, must absolutely keep it under wraps. If it leaked, the girl’s reputation would be ruined; she’d never lift her head in high society again, and it’d bring shame to the family.

Rosalind knew this rule, and so did Haylie Sommers.

That’s also why Rosalind dared to fabricate lies in front of Haylie Sommers, because, no matter when, this was a matter that couldn’t be brought to light. If The Sommers Family wanted to pursue it, it would have to be in secret, likely resulting in nothing.

This blame, Elara Hale will undoubtedly bear.

Neither paid any attention to Cece Quincy on the ground, whom Rosalind considered already dead.

She had followed her mother’s instructions; whether Cece lived or died was no longer her concern.

Rosalind drove Haylie home cautiously, ensuring they weren’t followed, and only relaxed once Haylie was inside.

Everything was back on track; next, Elara Hale would have to face The Sommers Family’s wrath.

It’s said Haylie’s father is already in talks with The Warner Family. For some reason, The Warner Family also seemed inclined to match Zayne Warner with Haylie Sommers. The affair from last night would undoubtedly be concealed, and the marriage likely would remain unaffected.

Having reassured herself, Rosalind drove home.

Meanwhile, back at the suburban factory, shortly after Rosalind and Haylie left, Cece Quincy opened her eyes in humiliation, her eyes bloodshot.

Last night’s events were like a nightmare; she found it hard to recall just how much humiliation she endured, moreover, she lost her child.

But fortunately, she was still alive.

Mason Jacobs had a preference for virgins, he wouldn’t even glance at a woman who wasn’t one. The first time, she gave herself to him, but because a video surfaced showing her being intimate with Zayne Warner, Mason Jacobs had been ignoring her ever since.

And now, if Mason Jacobs knew that she had been defiled by so many men last night...

Cecilia Quincy didn’t need to think to know that he absolutely wouldn’t look at her again.

If she’s lucky, she can maintain this superficial marriage; if not... she might be kicked out.

Cecilia gritted her teeth.

Last night, when she was forced into the van, although her eyes were covered, she touched the wrist of the person beside her. The bracelet on that wrist was the latest Cartier model, a gift she painfully saved up to buy for Rosalind Jacobs.

And just now, she had heard the conversation between Rosalind Jacobs and Haylie Sommers.

The truth was obvious. It was Rosalind Jacobs and Haylie Sommers who kidnapped her, but those two bastards didn’t expect to be double-crossed, dragging Haylie Sommers down with them.

Rosalind Jacobs had no personal vendetta against her, and wouldn’t have gone through all that trouble just to teach her a lesson. The person behind the scenes intended to bring her here, and if last night’s accident hadn’t occurred, she most likely would have lost her life.

The person who could command Rosalind Jacobs and wanted her dead didn’t require much thought, Cecilia knew who it was.

Kylie Dalton!

A deep hatred flashed in her eyes.

The mother-in-law she treated with such filial piety, in order to keep Kylie Dalton happy, she took on the roles of both maid and housekeeper after marriage, exhausting herself to the bone, but Kylie Dalton wanted her dead!

She was filled with hatred! She wished she could skin Kylie Dalton alive!

She wanted so much to call Mason Jacobs and tell him how much she suffered, how desperate and hopeless she was. But she couldn’t do it, Mason Jacobs must never find out about last night.

She needed to cover up this matter, and as for Rosalind Jacobs, there was no evidence anyway, she would be a fool to admit it.

She also couldn’t call the police or an ambulance, as that would make it known throughout the city.

Her abdomen ached terribly, she couldn’t even crawl and needed someone to help her.

Cecilia reached out, struggling to grab the nearby phone, and shakily called Zayne Warner.

The call was quickly answered, and Zayne Warner, sounding relaxed, chuckled, "Cece, what made you think of contacting me?"

Cecilia’s voice was choked with sobs, angry and desolate, "Senior Warner, can you... come pick me up?"

Zayne Warner’s tone immediately turned serious, "What happened to you? Did Mason Jacobs bully you?"

"No." Cecilia closed her eyes, tears rolled down like beads, "Senior Warner, don’t ask. If it’s convenient for you, please come pick me up. If not, forget it."

Zayne Warner heard this and quickly said, "It’s convenient, I’m convenient. Where are you? Send me a location, I’ll be right over."

Cecilia gave him her location, Zayne Warner asked curiously why she was there, but Cecilia didn’t answer. Instead, she pleaded tearfully, "Senior Warner, come alone, don’t tell anyone. Bring me a change of clean clothes, okay?"

On the other end, Zayne Warner’s heart skipped a beat, ignoring his father’s repeated warnings not to see Cecilia Quincy again, he immediately said, "Alright, wait for me, I’m coming right away."

After hanging up, he quickly bought clothes and drove to the location Cecilia mentioned.

Due to his urgency, he arrived in less than half an hour, and when he saw Cecilia lying on the ground, looking disheveled, he was completely stunned.

A great heartache spread over every inch of his skin, Zayne Warner squatted in front of Cecilia Quincy, full of pain and heartbreak, almost collapsing, "Cece, what did you go through..."

He didn’t need Cecilia to explain; Zayne Warner could tell.

And with so many marks... this wasn’t done by just one person.

Zayne Warner, having served in the military, a dignified and tall man, found his eyes turning red and suddenly stood up, fiercely exclaimed, "Who did this? I’ll kill them!"

Cecilia cried, grabbing his pant leg.

"Senior Warner, I beg you, don’t make it public; I can’t bear those consequences..."

Her abdomen ached fiercely, her face turning pale, "Help me, take me to the hospital, don’t let anyone know..."

Zayne Warner’s eyes were full of madness and hatred, he truly wished to drag the culprits out and teach them severely, having both the ability and confidence to do so.

But he couldn’t help but consider Cece’s situation, she was a girl, pure and kind, if this matter were exposed, she would be overwhelmed by the backlash!

He always prided himself as a righteous man, but at this moment, he felt miserably useless.

He couldn’t do anything, he couldn’t do anything!

It took him a long time to suppress the anger in his heart, bending down to pick up Cecilia Quincy, as if holding the world’s most precious treasure, he gently said, "Don’t be afraid, I’ll take you home, let the family doctor look at your injuries and no one will know."

But Cecilia was frightened, quickly saying, "No need, take me to the hospital."

She didn’t want Mason to find out about her private interactions with Zayne Warner.

Zayne Warner explained, "People come and go at the hospital, entering in your state would draw attention; the doctors would inquire about everything, they couldn’t provide you the privacy you want. We’ll go to my apartment in an ordinary neighborhood, where few people know me, it won’t draw attention. I’ll call the family doctor over to properly address your injuries, he’s very discreet, trust me, Cece, I won’t let you be embarrassed."

Cecilia understood, he made sense, this approach was the best.

Going to the hospital, once exposed, Mason would immediately know what she had been through.

She couldn’t take that risk.

So she nodded to Zayne Warner, saying, "Then it’ll be troubling you, Senior Warner."

Zayne Warner smiled, "Anything for you is no trouble."

Cecilia wanted to smile shyly, but thinking of her current state, she didn’t want to pretend anymore, just hung her head in silence.

Zayne Warner felt even more heartbroken, Cece was always sweet, pure, and very considerate. Previously, upon hearing such words, she would respond with a gentle refusal without embarrassing him, but today, she said nothing.

How much her heart must be hurting.

Zayne Warner was anxious, taking Cecilia into the car, they quickly left the outskirts of the factory.

Half an hour later, the car turned into an inconspicuous neighborhood, Zayne Warner led Cecilia into a room, hesitated and said, "If you’re not planning to call the police, perhaps it’s best to clean yourself up first?"

The marks on her body were too many and too obvious, he couldn’t stand to look for even another second.

Cecilia nodded, numbly standing to go to the bathroom.

When she finished showering, the family doctor had just arrived.

Zayne Warner stood by, nervously, when his phone rang, Walter Warner’s voice seething with anger could be felt through the call, "Where did you go? The Sommers Family had something happen, get back here immediately!"