Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 172: Saying Goodbye to Jasmine

Cecilia walked to the entrance, took out a circular button from the drawer, turned to Mason with a wild flash in her eyes, and pressed the button.

Mason had been watching Cecilia closely, expecting her to use Jasmine’s safety to continue threatening him to get more money, but he didn’t expect Cecilia to be so blunt this time.

However, in the next second, a sudden change occurred!

There was a crunching sound from the window, followed by Jasmine’s scream, her voice getting farther and farther away, ending with a loud bang!

Mason’s face turned grim, and he rushed to the window to check, only to find the rope that had bound Jasmine cut, and Jasmine was nowhere to be seen.

He immediately leaned out of the window; the 38th floor was too far from the ground, and he could only see a small mark, tinged with blood.

A crowd had already gathered downstairs, some trying to rescue, some calling an ambulance, others contacting property management...

Fury surged within Mason, and he turned to confront Cecilia, but he only heard a bang as the door was shut.

Cecilia was gone!

Mason grabbed the cushion beside him and smashed it angrily; at this moment, his rage was sky-high. He never would have imagined being outsmarted by Cecilia!

Without hesitation, he immediately dialed the police, "Officer, there’s been an attempted murder on the 38th floor, I witnessed it myself!"

After hanging up, Mason spat viciously; he really underestimated Cecilia, this woman was insane!

To keep things from going his way, not only did she kill Jasmine but also left him with the crime scene. If he hadn’t reacted quickly enough, failed to call the police immediately, and instead chased after her, he would certainly be seen as a fleeing murderer by the police!

Even if he reported in time, clearing his suspicion would be problematic.

He was completely trapped by this event!

How could he be willing to let Cecilia off so easily? He immediately called Special Assistant Wood, asking him to monitor the surveillance and trace Cecilia’s escape route.

This vile woman dared to plot against him; he would ensure she had no resting place after death and scatter her bones!

Elara was unaware of these events; she changed her mind halfway through and went directly to the company, focusing on her work without distractions.

She took a moment at noon to call Esther, arranging to meet after work.

At off-duty time, Elara didn’t work overtime, walked straight out of the company, and hailed a taxi to the agreed location.

Her sleepless nights had left her looking quite worn, but upon seeing Esther, she found Esther looked even more exhausted! 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

"Didn’t you sleep last night?" Elara asked in surprise looking at Esther’s panda eyes.

Esther, like Elara, was someone who valued health, and after the age of twenty-five, she avoided staying up late, opting for early bedtimes and soaking wolfberries in her insulated mug.

It had been years since Esther pulled off panda eyes like this.

Esther glanced at her, somewhat sheepishly shifting her gaze, "You’re not doing much better yourself."

Elara smiled wryly, "I have a reason."

Esther shrugged, "I have a reason too."

Once they were seated, Elara began pulling things out of her bag.

Snap, a bank card.

Snap, a bank card.

Snap, yet another bank card.

Snap, a property deed.

Snap, an unconditional gift certificate.

Esther’s eyes moved with Elara’s actions, stunned, "You told me over the phone you wanted to tell me something, is it that you bought a house? Is the pressure too much? I have some savings, I can lend them to you if you need help."

She knew Elara had come into some small windfalls after divorce and had always intended to buy a house. Property in Northgarde was expensive, and though Elara seemed to have money, it might not suffice when actually purchasing a house.

Given Elara’s visibly poor complexion, Esther assumed Elara reached out to borrow money.

But then, Elara spoke faintly, "No, Zion’s family gifted me a house."

Esther: ??? Such an unexpected twist.

Elara, "Because it was bought after marriage, the house is in my name alone with a notarized gift for me, literally meaning it’s gifted to me."

Esther glanced at the three bank cards, "And those?"

Elara, "Yesterday during the meeting with his family, his uncle gave me eight hundred thousand, his third uncle gave six hundred thousand, and his father gave me six million."

Esther: !!!

She had already looked at the property deed, and wow, a new complex in downtown Northgarde, a clear one hundred and forty square meters excluding shared space.

Given Northgarde’s real estate prices, this house would be worth at least twenty million.

She couldn’t help but exclaim, "Girl, you scored nearly thirty million overnight, that’s some serious power!"

Elara looked distressed, "Stop teasing me, taking so much money from them for no reason, I’m panicking inside. Although we are technically married, our relationship is quite awkward, and I can’t have children, unearned wealth feels wrong."

Esther paused, "His family..."

She thought since the great Mr. Fitzwilliam’s family had sent money and a house, his identity ought to have been revealed, but listening to her friend, it seemed she still didn’t know the great Mr. Fitzwilliam’s identity?

Elara assumed she was asking about Zion Fitzwilliam’s family background and explained, "His father runs an appraisal studio, the uncle and third uncle have small factories, but it’s their wealth, I’m unattached to them, holding this money feels really wrong."

Esther blinked several times, "Did you two... After that time, um, anything else?"

Elara’s cheeks flushed red, suddenly becoming tense. Though embarrassed, she didn’t hide from her friend, "No."

Esther widened her eyes incredulously, "It’s been a week, hasn’t it? He’s really holding back! Could it be that he can’t?"

Elara cried and laughed, "What nonsense, that time was accidental, not only him but my mind is also all messed up, how could we casually continue...?"

She stopped awkwardly, just sighed, "Really, I’ve been so conflicted lately, and receiving bank cards and a house yesterday made things even messier."

Esther, frustrated by incompetence, spoke irritably, "You two already went to bed, what’s the point of being conflicted? I can’t understand the game you both are playing. You like him, he likes you, you’ve crossed the last boundary between men and women, isn’t this a mutually happy event?"

Elara shot her a helpless look, "If he liked me, wouldn’t I, as the person involved, know? He used to like men, even now, he’s open to both genders. If I want him to fall for me, surely I must have something special? But look at me, an ordinary person, why would he like me, for my second marriage or as a middle-aged woman?"

"You were bullied by that bastard Mason Jacobs, so you have no confidence at all." Esther Carter rolled her eyes at her, "You, a local of Northgarde, the only daughter, good looks, good grades, good work, good personality, kind and gentle but not blind. If you hadn’t wasted those years on Mason Jacobs because of your blindness, you’d be a perfect beauty with a wealthy background."

She dared to say these words, but Elara Hale couldn’t bring herself to believe them. She knew herself best and genuinely felt she had no outstanding qualities.

"Alright, let’s not talk about that anymore. I didn’t call you out today to discuss that," Elara Hale pushed the bank card and property deed forward, asking Esther Carter, "After everything you’ve said, should I really accept these?"

Of course, she didn’t want to accept them; she was taught not to accept benefits without reason. Her upbringing was too proper, and taking so much advantage from others made her feel guilty.

Esther Carter asked, "What is Mr. Fitzwilliam’s attitude?"

Elara Hale recalled what he said last night and repeated it truthfully, "He said the house and money are given based on me being his wife, not as a reward for having a child. He told me to take them with peace of mind and also said... he wants to spend a lifetime with me."

At the mention of the last sentence, she inexplicably felt short of breath and added, "But probably that’s not what he meant. He just wants to fulfill his responsibilities in the marriage."

Esther Carter couldn’t hold back anymore and rolled her eyes.

She thought the problem was with The great Mr. Fitzwilliam, but she realized her friend was also a complete blockhead.

He’s said it to this extent, and even given a house and money. How could she not even slightly suspect that The great Mr. Fitzwilliam has feelings for her?

Ugh, the brain is a valuable thing, too bad her friend doesn’t have one. With Mason Jacobs, she was completely lovestruck; with The great Mr. Fitzwilliam, she lacked any sense.

However, she could understand that anyone who has given their all and ended up with such a marriage would have some aftermath issues. Elara Hale was scared and didn’t dare to think too much, which was understandable.

But Esther Carter really worried for them.

"I think, The great Mr. Fitzwilliam saying that shows he’s genuinely committed to living with you. Whether you or he holds this money, it doesn’t matter." Esther Carter tried hard to speak on behalf of The great Mr. Fitzwilliam, "Plus, you’re not the calculating type; even if you two end up apart, you can return it to him later."

Internally thinking frantically: The great Mr. Fitzwilliam, I have done my best, to help you bind Elara Hale to you, I even sold out my integrity. You better make an effort!

Elara Hale was still somewhat hesitant, but actually, she had no other choice. She tried to return the bank card and house to Zion Fitzwilliam yesterday, but Zion Fitzwilliam wouldn’t take them.

Meeting with Esther Carter today was supposedly to seek advice, but what can you do if the person giving these things won’t take them back?

Now, Esther Carter’s words made her inner conflict calm down a bit. Yes, she might as well hold onto them, and eventually, she could return them to him as they are if circumstances arise.

Esther Carter’s phone rang. She glanced at it, pressed to hang up, and turned the phone over.

Curious, Elara Hale asked, "Who’s calling you? They’ve been trying several times since earlier."

Each time someone called, Esther Carter hung up, repeating the action fluidly, her gaze impatient, clearly not someone she wanted to talk to.

Noticing Esther Carter’s panda eyes, Elara Hale boldly guessed, "Is something going on with you?"

Elara Hale had truly never seen Esther Carter so annoyed with someone; even her unreliable and cheating dad would call three times, and she’d at least answer once out of courtesy.

But this call had been hung up four or five times now since earlier.

Esther Carter glared and exclaimed, "What do you mean by ’something’s going on with me’? Don’t you know me? A wise person doesn’t fall into love, focusing solely on acting and becoming famous, and men would only affect the speed of my draw!"

Elara Hale felt that something seemed off, was about to voice her doubt when suddenly her phone rang; she glanced at it, seeing an unfamiliar number.

Picking it up, she said, "Hello."

"Elara, it’s me." Mason Jacobs’ tired voice came through the receiver, "Jasmine is dead. Do you want to come to the hospital to see her one last time?"

Elara Hale’s back stiffened, she froze, her breathing couldn’t help but quicken a few beats, "Jasmine... dead? Cecilia Quincy really... killed Jasmine? Didn’t I call you? How could you let her..."

She was momentarily speechless, her emotions surging.

In the morning, when Cecilia Quincy threatened over the phone to kill Jasmine, she thought Cecilia was just bluffing. After all, it’s a human life; no matter how crazy Cecilia was, she wouldn’t dare commit murder, right?

Killing someone would mean going to prison!

That’s why she hesitated halfway and, after calling Mason Jacobs, had simply thrown the matter out of her mind.

But she didn’t expect that in just over half a day, Jasmine was actually... truly dead.

Mason Jacobs hadn’t stopped it.

"Cecilia Quincy went crazy and personally threw Jasmine off the window ledge, from the thirty-eighth floor, dying instantly." Mason Jacob’s voice carried some guilt, "I’m sorry, Elara, I didn’t stop it in time."

Elara Hale said nothing; her hand holding the phone trembled slightly, her mind filled with thoughts of if she had known the outcome earlier... if she had gone, would it have been different?

Mason Jacobs’ voice came through again, "Elara, you’ve had so many years of feelings with Jasmine. I know this news is a big shock, but if you have time, I still hope you can come see her one last time. She’s being sent for cremation tonight."

Elara Hale no longer listened to what he said next, expressionless, she pulled the phone away, and hung up.

Esther Carter noticed her eyes redden and frowned, asking, "What’s wrong?"

"Jasmine is dead," Elara Hale’s voice trembled somewhat, "Cecilia Quincy called me in the morning, saying she’d kill Jasmine if I didn’t go. I thought she was scaring me; I called Mason Jacobs and didn’t bother anymore. Who knew... who knew she really dared to..."

Esther Carter immediately grabbed her hand, "This isn’t your fault. It’s the trouble Mason Jacobs brought by having affairs, and it’s Cecilia Quincy who went mad. Don’t blame yourself."

She knew her friend too well, fearing she would fall into self-blame.

Elara Hale indeed felt some regret; the news of Jasmine’s death was like a boulder suddenly smashing into her heart, making her feel extremely uncomfortable.

If there hadn’t been Cecilia Quincy’s phone call in the morning, she might not feel this bad, but she did receive Cecilia’s call, knowing Cecilia intended to harm Jasmine, yet she didn’t intervene...

"I..." Elara Hale closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and stood up, "I want to go to the hospital."

Esther Carter immediately stood up, "I’ll go with you."

Elara Hale felt touched, just nodded, "Alright."

On the way to the hospital, Elara Hale sent Zion Fitzwilliam a WeChat message about Jasmine’s matter and said she was on her way to the hospital with Esther Carter.

She was merely concerned that Zion Fitzwilliam might worry seeing her not returning, so she reported this to him. Unexpectedly, right after sending the WeChat, Zion Fitzwilliam called.

"Which hospital?" As she answered the call, before she could speak, his deep voice was heard in her ear.

No matter when, his voice always offered a sense of stability. Elara Hale took a deep breath and told him the hospital address.

Zion Fitzwilliam seemed to think for a moment, then said, "I have some unfinished business to handle. I’ll come over in half an hour."

Elara Hale heard this and quickly said, "No need, Esther Carter is with me, you handle your things..."

"It’s alright, I’m free," Zion Fitzwilliam interrupted her gently, "That’s decided then, I’ll come over."