Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 22: Stood Up

Elara paused; this voice seemed somewhat familiar, but she couldn’t quite recall where she had heard it before.

Pressing down her doubts for the moment, Elara politely said, "Hello, I am Aidan Sommers’ sister. I would like to meet with you to discuss in detail about the incident of the two children fighting."

The voice on the other end paused for a few seconds but remained gentle, "I’m sorry, but we’ve already done our utmost regarding this matter, there’s nothing more to discuss."

Elara quickly replied, "I understand how you feel. What Aidan did was wrong. I just hope you can give me a chance to apologize to you in person."

The woman on the other side seemed hesitant, and Elara lowered her stance, "It’s just a meeting, and it won’t take much of your time. I can accommodate your schedule any time."

The other side seemed somewhat persuaded, "Alright then, let’s meet at three o’clock this afternoon at The Midpoint Cafe downtown. I only have half an hour."

Elara quickly said, "I will be there on time."

She hung up the phone and met Yvette Sommers’ expectant gaze, "Elara, can you handle this well? Can Aidan return to school for classes?"

Elara smiled bitterly, "Auntie Yvette, what do you think I can guarantee? I’ve only secured a chance for a meeting. Now, we can only hope that the other party just wants to vent a bit and isn’t seriously intent on making things difficult for Aidan. Apologizing sincerely might give us some leeway."

Yvette frowned, somewhat disappointed, "You have to do your best, and if it’s not enough, try to pull some strings. Whatever it takes, make sure to protect Aidan."

Elara sighed; Yvette still pinned her hopes on Mason Jacobs, not knowing that she and Mason Jacobs were now like enemies.

She didn’t respond directly to Yvette’s words but instead looked at Aidan Sommers, who was engrossed in his game on the sofa, and said, "Aidan, you’re coming with me this afternoon."

She didn’t know how Yvette and Aidan had negotiated with the other party before, but just looking at their temperaments, she could guess that it probably wasn’t very polite.

But this time, Aidan was the one who hurt someone, and since the other party had influence and power in Kyros, it was only possible to seek a way out by admitting his mistakes. A tough attitude would surely be to his disadvantage.

So, she had to bring Aidan along in the afternoon, at least to show an apologetic attitude.

But before she finished speaking, Aidan immediately retorted impatiently, "I’m not going! That family is just bullying by power. If you want to swallow your pride, I won’t stop you, but don’t drag me into it!"

Elara frowned and explained, "You should understand the gap between us and them. If you don’t swallow your pride, how will you continue your studies?"

Aidan said indifferently, "Then I won’t go to school! I don’t care anyway!"

"What nonsense are you talking about, child!" Yvette exploded upon hearing this, charging at him and hitting him on the back, "How old are you? If you don’t go to school, what do you plan to do? If you say something like that again, I’ll break your legs!"

Aidan yelled irritably, "Enough! Don’t touch me!"

Seizing the moment when Yvette was stunned, he got up from the sofa and slammed the door on his way out.

Yvette angrily kicked the sofa hard, full of resentment, "What a curse of a child I have!"

She looked up at Elara, hoping against hope, "Elara, maybe you could go alone today?"

Elara didn’t say anything; she just nodded.

For now, that was the only choice.

She stayed home for lunch, and Yvette herself cooked four dishes and a soup. This kind of treatment, not even David Hales, had experienced.

Having a favor to ask of Elara, Yvette’s attitude was particularly attentive, constantly urging Elara to eat more, "Try this. Your dad says it’s your favorite. See if Auntie Yvette’s cooking is good?"

"Elara, this soup is good. I boiled it for two hours; it’s the best for nourishment. Here, let me get you another bowl."

Elara was somewhat helpless, "Auntie Yvette, you don’t have to do this."

Their relationship was originally one of mutual exploitation, now making it seem like they had deep feelings was too fake.

Yvette’s face turned a bit awkward as she put down the chopsticks and said, "Elara, I know I’ve done poorly in the past, but if Aidan’s matter can be resolved this time, I promise you, I won’t bring up divorcing your dad again."

Elara was startled. For Aidan, Yvette was willing to go so far?

She had always thought Yvette, although she valued her son, was essentially selfish. Unexpectedly, Yvette was willing to set aside her interests for Aidan’s sake.

She wasn’t necessarily a good person, but at least she was a good mother.

Elara nodded, "I will do my best."

Yvette breathed a sigh of relief. In her view, since Elara promised to do her best, she would definitely seek help from the Jacobs family. This matter should be a sure thing.

The atmosphere during that meal was unprecedentedly harmonious.

At two-thirty in the afternoon, Elara arrived early at The Midpoint Cafe, where she had agreed to meet with the other parent.

The cafe was large, decorated mostly in light blue, exuding a modern minimalist vibe.

She went in and ordered two classic cold drinks, then began waiting.

Unexpectedly, she waited until three-thirty, and the other party still hadn’t shown up.

The worst she had prepared for was a little water being poured on her and some verbal abuse, but she hadn’t expected the other person to not even show up.

She took out her phone, found the number, and dialed it. It took a long time for someone to pick up, and Elara hurriedly said, "Hello, I’ve been waiting at The Midpoint Cafe for half an hour, may I ask..."

Before she finished, an astonished voice came from the other end, "Ah? The Midpoint Cafe? Sorry, I forgot."

"I really apologize for keeping you waiting so long."

Elara pursed her lips and still replied kindly, "It’s okay, do you have time now? You can still come over."

The woman, embarrassed, softly said, "Sorry, I’m not available today."

Elara took a light breath, "Then we can reschedule. When would you be available? We can set another time."

The woman was easygoing as well and thought for a moment, "How about tomorrow afternoon? Tomorrow at three, still at The Midpoint Cafe, is that okay?"

Elara said, "Alright."

When she hung up, she sighed lightly.

The other party’s attitude was so good that she couldn’t even tell if they were deliberately standing her up or if they had genuinely forgotten.

But even if she had been stood up, she still had to come back tomorrow.

Elara picked up her handbag and left.

In the evening, Yvette’s call came chasing after. Elara vaguely answered and dismissed her.

Recently, the company’s training was nearing its end, and the interns were about to be assigned to different groups. Once in a group, she would be eligible for business commission, so Elara was under a lot of pressure. Even though it was a weekend, she worked an extra three hours at the office.

The next afternoon, she took a two-hour leave and returned to the same cafe.

But again, she was left waiting in vain.

This time, she didn’t even have to guess to understand that they were indeed leading her on.

But even knowing this, she still dialed the other party’s number again.

"Oh dear, I’m really sorry. Got busy and forgot our appointment again. Have you been waiting long? I hope you won’t take it to heart."

Elara listened to that gentle and courteous voice, paused for a few seconds, and earnestly pleaded,

"Ma’am, I really want to meet you. I know you’re upset with me, and it’s our family’s fault for not educating our child properly. I sincerely wish to ask for your leniency, but I am also genuinely hoping to apologize to you in person."

The woman replied softly, "Don’t say that; I really forgot. How about this, tomorrow evening at six, go to Myst-TF Bar to find me. I happen to be free then. Just go directly to Suite 106."

Elara sighed in relief and quickly said, "Okay."

After hanging up, she thought for a moment, then sent Zara Dalton a text on WeChat asking if he was free tomorrow night.

Going to a bar, especially to a private suite alone, she couldn’t let her guard down.

Zara quickly replied, "Sure, send me the address, and I’ll come over."