Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 123: Who Made Zion Sad and Upset

Zion Fitzwilliam’s brow furrowed slightly as he changed his mind instantly, "I’ll have Assistant Harris pick you up."

Lucy Taylor let out an astonished "Ah," "Aren’t you available? I’m your mom, your mom twisted her ankle! Won’t you even come over and see me?"

Zion Fitzwilliam mercilessly burst her bubble, "First, I’m not my dad. If you want someone to pamper you, go find him overseas, don’t look for me. Second, you twist your ankle three times a month, fall four times, bump into something five times, and cry to me for half a day over a little scratch. Haven’t you heard ’The Boy Who Cried Wolf’ enough to know people become immune to it? Let me remind you, I’m not my dad."

Lucy Taylor was so infuriated by his words she could almost spit blood, and she ranted furiously, "Do you think I want to come back? Do you think I come back often because I miss you? If it weren’t for all your worrying antics, who would abandon a gentle husband to come looking for you, I’m just afraid you’re bewitched by that woman, is she worthy of you? Do you want me to watch you go astray with my eyes wide open?"

Her voice was so loud it gave Zion a headache, so he pulled the phone away and spoke in a lower tone, already somewhat displeased, "Whether she’s worthy of me is up to me, not you. As far as I’m concerned, she’s the best match in the whole world, and if finding her is going astray, then do you want me to find a boyfriend to show you?"

On the other end of the phone, Lucy Taylor’s eyes widened, absolutely shocked at what she’d just heard.

Boyfriend?

Did he mean if she kept obstructing him, he’d go for a guy just to show her?

Really? Just for saying a couple of bad words about his girlfriend, is it worth such a big sacrifice?

With a snap, Zion Fitzwilliam had already hung up the phone.

Lucy Taylor sheepishly took the phone away from her ear, not daring to call again. She always felt a bit intimidated by this son, only daring to be mischievous when he’s in a good mood. But when he’s angry, she becomes a granddaughter.

Thinking of this, Lucy Taylor felt resentful. She’s so wonderful, her husband is wonderful too, how did they end up producing such a cold iceberg?

It must be her husband’s bad genes.

She curled her lips, and suddenly noticed a figure beside her in her peripheral vision. Her face sank, and she said irritably, "Why are you still here? Didn’t you hear my son is coming to pick me up? You’re not needed here, you can leave!"

Rosalind Jacobs stood there awkwardly, unsure whether to leave or stay.

After being told off by Lucy Taylor earlier, she was unwilling to give up just like that. She predicted Lucy would leave the club soon, so she preemptively spilled a bucket of oil on the stairs, and hid nearby. Sure enough, Lucy came out shortly after, stepped onto the stairs and slipped, rolling down seven or eight steps and twisting her ankle.

Pretending to pass by, she quickly helped Lucy up, took out a tissue to wipe her, initially hoping for more chances to interact, but unexpectedly, Lucy took out her phone to call Mr. Sarvian directly.

Though Mr. Sarvian initially said he’d come, which made her ecstatic inside—thinking she was really benefiting this time—and she even considered how to greet him later, Mr. Sarvian suddenly wasn’t coming, and after hanging up, Lucy only spoke to her coldly.

Unwilling to leave just yet, ignoring Lucy’s disdainful eyes, she eagerly suggested, "Sister, your ankle is very seriously injured. By the time your son arrives, it might swell. I’ll go and get some ice packs from the club to help you ice it first."

Lucy wanted to say how bored she must be to meddle, but Rosalind had already rushed into the club.

Sister?

Lucy barely managed to curl her lips, well, at least she has some perceptiveness.

Two minutes later, Rosalind came back quickly, placing an ice pack on Lucy’s already swollen ankle, with some worry, "Not sure if it can relieve it a bit, being twisted so severely, you might be bedridden for a few days."

Lucy looked at her coldly, "Alright, now the ice pack is on, you can leave."

Rosalind paused, smiled helplessly, "Sister, I don’t know why you have such animosity towards me, it’s our first meeting, I didn’t offend you, right? If I said something wrong just now that offended you, I apologize, okay?"

Lucy snorted, "I’ve seen plenty like you back when I chopped off my husband’s romantic ties. Just because I look young doesn’t mean I’m easy to fool. You’re here for my son, right? Although I don’t know who you belong to, if I haven’t seen you, you’re nobody. My future daughter-in-law must come from a reputable background, you might as well give up early."

Rosalind was helpless but shook her head, "I know, no matter what I explain, you’ve already assumed I have ulterior motives. Since that’s the case, I won’t say anything. Now your family isn’t here yet, I’ll stay with you for a while until he arrives, then I’ll leave. Is that alright?"

Lucy scrutinized her for a few moments, this straightforward? Is she playing hard to get or was she really wronging her?

Little did she know, Rosalind was also weighing her odds. Since she’d alerted Lucy’s guard, coupled with hearing Zion Fitzwilliam refuse to come on the call, sticking around like glue would only make Lucy more annoyed, while yielding no benefits.

Better to leave decisively, maybe even impress Lucy.

So, once Assistant Harris’s car arrived, Rosalind stood up, gave Lucy a friendly smile, "Sister, your family is here, I’ll be going now, bye-bye."

Her departure was brisk, without a hint of displeasure. Lucy frowned at her receding figure, was she truly judging her with a vile mind?

By the time Assistant Harris arrived, Rosalind had already left. He stepped forward respectfully to help Lucy up, braced himself, "Madam, I’ll take you to the hospital."

Lucy snorted, "What hospital, I might as well die. Since neither son nor husband cares for me, I’m just a burden living on!"

That was a statement Assistant Harris dared not engage with, inwardly thinking: the most spoiled one in the Fitzwilliam Family is you, saying that, really doesn’t make your conscience ache?

Regardless, he managed to get her into the car, completing the task President Fitzwilliam assigned.

Except... he looked at the empty corner in the distance, the departing figure just now seemed familiar, but he couldn’t recall who.

But since the madam didn’t mention it, it was probably just a passerby.

Assistant Harris shifted his gaze back, paying it no mind.

Soon it was Saturday.

Elara Hale and Zion Fitzwilliam picked up David Hales early in the morning, heading to the hospital where Dr. Chambers was guiding work.

Felix Ford was waiting for them at the hospital entrance, he quickly approached to greet them, exchanging pleasantries with Elara and David Hales before tugging Zion Fitzwilliam’s sleeve, signaling him to slow down a bit.

Zion paused his steps, falling behind Elara and David Hales, and glanced at Felix, asking, "What’s up?"

"The director knows you’re coming, wanted me to send his regards. Judging by his demeanor, if you didn’t stop him beforehand, he’d throw you a concert at the hospital entrance." Felix quipped, before getting to the point, "The equipment donated to Dr. Chambers’ side has arrived, Dr. Chambers privately approached me earlier, said he’s feeling a bit under pressure."

After all, anyone suddenly receiving a huge donation would feel uneasy.

Moreover, the donor only has one request, which is for him to treat someone’s leg in his area of expertise. It’s fine if he succeeds, but if he doesn’t, those devices will feel like hot potatoes.

So Dr. Chambers found him, hoping he could gauge this big donor’s intentions.

"He said he would do his best to treat the patient, but if the patient’s neurological condition isn’t good enough, there might be a risk of failure. In case of failure, he asked you to show mercy."

Zion Fitzwilliam smiled slightly at this, "I’m not some gangster; even if he can’t treat the patient, am I going to send him to Mexico? Just let him focus on the treatment, nothing else to worry about."

Felix Ford laughed at this, "You’ve been with your little sister-in-law for too long, you’ve become so refined, I don’t know where that Grim Reaper face of yours has gone."

Zion Fitzwilliam glanced at him, "You should be thankful your little sister-in-law reformed me, otherwise, just for your grumpy comments, I would have exiled you to The Sunlands."

Felix Ford shrank his neck, not daring to speak.

Although he was friends with Zion Fitzwilliam, the hospital he worked at was part of his business. The hospital recently had a program supporting The Sunlands, and he didn’t want to be sent there.

Who would want to give up the bustling life of Northgarde and go suffer in that godforsaken place in The Sunlands?

Zion Fitzwilliam laughed at him, "Doctors should have compassion and care for the world, your awareness is lacking."

Felix Ford chuckled, "Buddha can’t save the whole world."

As they were speaking, they arrived at Dr. Chambers’ office.

Dr. Chambers was a man over fifty, with graying hair, a square face, smiling kindly, giving off a very amiable feeling. The glasses on his face added a bit of professionalism to his amiability.

After a few people entered the room, he first looked at Felix Ford, who nodded slightly. Dr. Chambers then looked excitedly at Zion Fitzwilliam, intending to say something, but seeing Zion’s expressionless face, he didn’t dare speak.

It was Felix Ford who spoke, "Let’s first check on Mr. Hale’s leg."

Dr. Chambers breathed a sigh of relief and turned to David Hales, speaking politely, "Please lie down here, I’ll help you with an examination."

David Hales had never met such a distinguished doctor, he was somewhat timid, and Elara was even more respectful, fearing to upset this medical expert and have the treatment withdrawn.

They didn’t realize that Dr. Chambers was actually treading cautiously and fearfully.

During the examination, some instruments were needed, which could cause noticeable pain. Dr. Chambers was almost sweating due to nerves, trying to be as gentle as possible, using the minimum values, still not reassured, confirming with David Hales repeatedly, "It doesn’t hurt too much, does it? If it does, please try to bear with it a little..."

His cautious demeanor left David Hales puzzled, was this not a top medical expert? Are the higher their status, the more down-to-earth and approachable they become? Not only without a hint of arrogance but overly personable...

Elara also mused inwardly that if she hadn’t known Dr. Chambers’ credentials from the start, she would have thought he was a charlatan trying to swindle the elderly with care...

However, those thoughts just flashed by, her concern was entirely on her father. As soon as the examination was over, she promptly asked, "How is it? Can my dad’s leg be treated?"

Dr. Chambers had already processed the examination results and was deeply focused on the data. Upon hearing her question, he replied, "Fortunately, the spinal damage isn’t too severe, we can try surgery. I can’t guarantee success, but there’s hope."

This result exceeded the expectations of both Elara and David Hales. They exchanged glances, both overjoyed. David Hales hurriedly asked, "So when can we do the surgery?"

He hoped it could be soon; he had had enough of being stuck in a wheelchair like this.

If he could stand up, he would never again be a burden to his daughter.

Elara also looked expectantly at Dr. Chambers.

Dr. Chambers originally intended to say the surgery time was undecided because he planned to stay in the country for only seven days, with tomorrow being the last day. He still had to rush back. Anyway, the patient had been paralyzed for three years; waiting one more day or two wouldn’t matter. He could perform the surgery after settling matters abroad.

Yet, when he looked up and saw Felix Ford frantically winking at him, his heart skipped a beat. Following Felix’s gaze to that expressionless man next to him, he suddenly felt...it wasn’t absolutely necessary for him to leave tomorrow...

There were plenty of young doctors abroad, and they didn’t necessarily need his guidance. They were mature enough to handle complex cases now...

So Dr. Chambers, jolted by his thoughts, readily suggested, "How about we schedule it for tomorrow?"

If they hurry with the preoperative tests today, they should be able to finish...right?

Both David Hales and Elara were taken aback, "Tomorrow?"

So soon?

Three years ago, when David Hales’ leg first became paralyzed, Elara took him to see many doctors. Not to mention such a top-tier doctor, even second-tier doctors required appointment tickets booked several days in advance, and after consultations, they had to wait for doctor schedules and ward availability. David Hales had undergone three surgeries that each took at least a month.

But for this highly credentialed Dr. Chambers to schedule a surgery...just casually for tomorrow?

To be honest, if it weren’t for Felix Ford and Zion Fitzwilliam standing there as guarantors, Elara might really suspect herself of encountering a big fraud.

Zion Fitzwilliam timely spoke up, helping Dr. Chambers out, "Today we got lucky, happened to catch Dr. Chambers on his day off tomorrow. It’s just a personal favor surgery, we shouldn’t delay his departure afterward, so tomorrow it is. What do you think, Elara?"

Elara, naturally wishing for nothing more, hastily said to Dr. Chambers, "Great, it’ll be a bit hard on you though."

Dr. Chambers couldn’t really accept the notion of being burdened, considering the billions of dollars crushing his sense of superiority long gone, whatever the philanthropist says, goes.

Thus, the surgery was set for the following morning.

David Hales had to be hospitalized to prepare for the surgery tests, which a team of medical professionals was responsible for. After settling him in, Elara left with Zion Fitzwilliam.

Unexpectedly, as they reached the hospital entrance, they ran into Brandon White, who had come looking for Felix Ford.

Elara instinctively looked at Zion Fitzwilliam, seeing no change in his expression, she then turned her gaze to Brandon White.

Although Brandon White had helped her before, she wasn’t fond of him now, not after he made Zion so heartbroken.