Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 6: My Wife Can’t Take a Slap from You for Nothing

Chapter 6: Chapter 6: My Wife Can’t Take a Slap from You for Nothing

Cece stood gently and advised, "Elara, don’t be upset. Love is inherently inexplicable. You just got divorced from Mason yesterday and immediately got a marriage certificate with another man, and Mason didn’t question your infidelity during the marriage either. Why won’t you graciously let go and bless me and Mason?"

"You dare to cuckold my son?"

Kylie Dalton, unaware of this matter, exploded upon hearing it, "You tramp, harlot! I always knew that face of yours wasn’t innocent. Wow, I really underestimated you!"

As she spoke, she pushed Cece aside and dashed over, delivering a fierce slap to Elara’s face!

Elara didn’t react in time, instinctively covering her burning cheek.

Kylie Dalton, hands on her hips, berates her, "I’ve seen through you for a long time. You bring misfortune! You’re a disgrace! What did Mason ever do to deserve this treacherous act from you!"

Her words grew nastier with every line, sharp and piercing, causing nearly physical discomfort in the listeners.

Elara felt like laughing.

Kylie Dalton, so self-righteous, one might think she obliterated the entire Jacobs family.

Mason stood aside, acting as an onlooker, while Cece tried to pull Kylie Dalton back feebly before quickly appearing "helpless."

Kylie Dalton came from a humble background and was once a school bully, skilled in street scolding. It was only after marrying into the Jacobs Family that she pretended to be a high-society lady and gradually changed her habits.

Yet she was more than a match for Elara.

Elara was a good child growing up, being kind, generous, and well-mannered for over twenty years, and befriending similarly civilized people.

If not for encountering Yvette Sommers three years ago and Kylie Dalton two years ago, she’d never have known such people existed.

Illogical and unreasonable, gathering insults like rain, hindering any chance to speak up.

Kylie Dalton grew angrier seeing Elara’s innocent demeanor, wanting to tear that seemingly naive face apart!

Elara dodged Kylie’s hits in distress, not daring to retaliate, fearing it might provoke Kylie Dalton further, complicating life for her father in all of Northgarde.

Unexpectedly, during the scuffle, Kylie Dalton stumbled and suddenly fell to the ground.

Cece quickly came to assist, couldn’t help but blame, "Elara, she’s your elder! How could you engage in a fight with her?"

Mason strode over too, his face stern, pulling Elara aside with a harsh voice, "Have you had enough of this tantrum!"

Faced with his brazen accusations, Elara’s eyes reddened in humiliation.

Mason noticed, his voice growing colder, "Enough with your acts, apologize to my mother!"

Elara held back her sobs, "I did nothing, Mason! Can you not be reasonable? She hit me, and I didn’t even fight back!"

Mason’s face turned grim, "I never realized you’re such a malicious woman! Since you refuse to apologize, then don’t blame me for taking legal action!"

Elara shivered uncontrollably. She couldn’t contend with the Jacobs family; in court, it would be time-consuming and draining, with likely unfavorable outcomes.

Just as she hesitated whether to yield or not, a deep voice suddenly echoed from behind, "Legal proceedings? Fine. But my wife was wrongfully harmed, and I need justice too."

Elara turned around, surprised, "Zion Fitzwilliam? Why are you here?"

Even more unsettling for her, not the presence of Zion Fitzwilliam in Northgarde’s elite neighborhood, but his dignified demeanor, wearing a well-tailored silver-gray suit, a black luxury watch on his wrist, embodying unparalleled elegance.

Facing her, Zion collected the ferocity in his eyes and explained, "I’m here visiting a client."

Immediately, he discreetly glanced at the man trailing behind him.

The man considered the meaning of this glance, cautiously opening his mouth, "Then Fitzwilliam, shall we sign the contract tomorrow?"

His voice trembled upon saying "Fitzwilliam".

Zion nodded, "Alright."

The man’s eyes gleamed with joy, trying to maintain composure, "Then you carry on, I’ll head out first."

His exit showed signs of panic.

Mason watched Zion Fitzwilliam haughtily, "That was Mr. Walker from Kryll Mining, wasn’t it? Coincidentally, I’m quite close with him. One word from me, and your hardly-earned deal goes down the drain; if I were you, I’d kneel and beg for forgiveness now."

He sneered, expression disdainful. With just a flick of his finger, he could utterly ruin Zion Fitzwilliam.

Elara, divorcing me, you resort to someone like this!

Zion stood confidently, seemingly unfazed by Mason’s threats, his voice steadfast and unwavering, "Too bad, you’re not me."

Mason’s expression darkened.

Elara was a bit incoherent, not wanting to implicate Zion Fitzwilliam, she pleaded to Mason, "I’ll apologize, let this matter end here..."

Yet before finishing her sentence, Zion held her shoulder, his voice strong and protective, "It’s not your fault, why apologize?"

Elara was taken aback.

For two years, she was suppressed by the Jacobs family, apologizing to everyone, yet it was the first time someone told her, it’s not your fault, why apologize?

But it was the Jacobs family, a family that cast strong influence in Northgarde, how could she survive without yielding?

Mason sneered, "Elara, remember, you’ve brought this upon yourselves! See you in court, and I won’t be lenient!"

Zion’s voice was nonchalant, "Do not be lenient, we will reclaim what’s owed."

With those words, he stepped up to Kylie Dalton and returned the slap that was given to Elara. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

His action was deft, not appearing overly forceful, yet the imprint on Kylie’s face was more severe than Elara’s swelling.

Kylie covered her face, a mixture of anger and disbelief, "You dare hit me?"

The Jacobs family members were stunned by Zion’s unexpected slap.

A mere insurance salesman, considered beneath their feet, dared to lay hands on the Jacobs’ member?!

Zion seemed oblivious to their rage, meticulously cleaning his right hand with a silk handkerchief, calmly explaining, "My wife can’t just suffer your slap."

"Fitzwilliam, you’ve got a death wish!"

Zion’s act appeared as if trampling on the Jacobs family’s dignity, Mason glared coldly at him, suddenly swung a fierce punch!

Elara’s breath halted, Mason, a regular gym-goer with muscles, if Zion takes the punch, it might shatter the skull.

Her heart nearly leaped from her throat, yet she lacked the time to prevent it, only able to clutch her hands helplessly.

Yet unexpectedly, Zion caught the punch, his hand lightly grasping Mason’s wrist.

No visible force was applied, but Mason’s face turned pale as though pain penetrated to the bones, sweat beading on his forehead.

"Mr. Jacobs," Zion looked up at him like staring at an insignificant clown, "You will regret this, regardless of the aspect."

Mason’s breath was erratic with pain, feeling like his wrist would be crippled, shockingly experiencing immense pressure from a mere insurance salesman.

His attempt to throw harsh words turned into silence... he felt fear!