Elara stopped in her tracks, turned to look at Rosalind, her expression calm, as if facing a stranger, "What’s up?"
Rosalind stared at her intently, as if trying to see through her, and after a few seconds, she asked coldly, "How did you get to know her?"
Given Elara’s status, it was impossible for her to co into contact with soone of Lucy Taylor’s status. Even Rosalind herself had to rely on many connections to get information about Lucy Taylor. How could Elara casually catch Lucy Taylor’s attention?
Elara was also puzzled as to why Rosalind was clinging to Zion’s mother. Earlier in front of Lucy Taylor, Rosalind’s attitude was quite humble, a far cry from how she acted in front of Zion.
But Lucy Taylor did not offer an explanation, so Elara did not ask. Now, facing Rosalind’s questioning, she replied indifferently, "What’s it to you?"
Having said that, she turned to leave.
Rosalind grabbed her arm tightly, causing Elara to wince in pain, "Let go of !"
"Elara, don’t think I don’t know what you’re plotting. I’m warning you, don’t even think about it! You won’t get such good fortune! Do you even realize what kind of person you are? Are you trying to get married again after two divorces? You really think soone will value a woman who’s been married twice? Stop dreaming!"
Rosalind glared at Elara, warning her through gritted teeth.
Elara was baffled, wondering why the topic had shifted to her two marriages again.
"I don’t need anyone’s approval," she said, looking at Rosalind. "Maybe you’ve misunderstood sothing, but I’m doing well with my husband, so stop cursing us."
With that, she forcibly removed Rosalind’s hand and walked away.
Rosalind watched her back, stamping her foot in frustration. She truly couldn’t understand what Elara was up to, was it just to ruin her plans?
No, she couldn’t just sit by and do nothing. She had to fight back. If this continued, all her good opportunities would be sabotaged by Elara!
Thinking of this, she took out her phone to call her brother. When the call connected, Mason’s voice was sowhat sinister, "Didn’t I tell you to contact Special Assistant Wood if you needed sothing? Why are you calling again?"
Rosalind couldn’t help but shiver. Ever since that wretched woman Cecilia ran away secretly, her brother had changed entirely, becoming dark and cold-hearted. He would even whip a servant for breaking a cup, sothing he never did with such brutality before.
Her brother used to be so gentle and elegant, so outstanding and radiant. Cecilia, the vile woman, didn’t cherish him, forcing him to beco like this. Every ti Rosalind thought about it, she felt unsatisfied, wishing she could tear that vile woman apart with her own hands.
Unfortunately, her brother had been searching for so long and still couldn’t find Cecilia. The atmosphere at ho was getting colder. If it weren’t for Mr. Sarvian, she wouldn’t even dare talk to her brother.
"Brother, there’s sothing I want to ask for your help with," Rosalind cautiously said.
Mason was blunt and didn’t spare her pride, "What could possibly be so important? The deterioration of relations between the Jacobs and Somrs family is all thanks to you. Can’t you think about anything else besides love and romance? I’ve already told you, whether you agree with the Somrs family’s conditions or not, you have to, unless you find yourself a stable and reliable man sooner. Do you really think the Jacobs family wouldn’t care for you? At least life wouldn’t be so difficult for you!"
Rosalind knew he ant well, quickly adding, "Brother, it’s not that. Do you know Mr. Sarvian? His mother is recently in Northgarde, and I think if I can win over Mr. Sarvian’s mother, I might be able to marry him. This way, the Somrs family wouldn’t dare say anything, and it might also help the Jacobs family rise another level!"
Mason remained silent on the other end. Of course, he knew the famous Mr. Sarvian, an internationally renowned financial mogul. In front of him, a family like the Jacobs was but a small fry, unable to even enter his circle.
Rosalind dared to covet soone like him; it was utterly foolish!
Soone of that status wouldn’t be easily manipulated, would they?
Seeing that he wasn’t responding, Rosalind assud he consented and continued, "Initially, I had a few encounters with Mr. Sarvian’s mother and could have advanced further, but unexpectedly, I ran into Elara with that woman today. I don’t know what Elara said to her, but her attitude towards has worsened considerably.
Brother, I feel Elara has the sa intentions as . I need you to give that gigolo’s phone number so I can expose this to him! I can’t let Elara ruin my major plans!"
Over the phone, Mason’s expression darkened considerably, his fingers curling into a fist. He recalled his recent encounters with Elara, where she remained indifferent to him. He rembered the disdain and coldness in her eyes. Initially, he was puzzled at how the timid woman who loved him for three years could forget him in just half a year. Now he understood that the gigolo was her stepping stone!
She had such great ambition, even daring to aim for Mr. Sarvian!
No wonder she no longer valued him!
What did she think Mr. Sarvian was? With two divorces, would he even care about her?
"Leave this matter to ," Mason said sternly, "I’ll have a word with her."
Rosalind was delighted that her brother was willing to handle this. Of course, she couldn’t compare to her brother’s abilities. With him involved, Elara would surely be taught a harsh lesson.
"Alright, then I’ll be waiting for your good news, brother."
Rosalind said happily, and just as she was about to end the call, suddenly there ca a loud "bang" from afar. Mason heard it over the phone and asked, "What was that sound?"
Rosalind glanced at the traffic jam in the distance and casually said, "Must be a traffic accident."
"Hmm." Mason didn’t give it much thought and ended the call.
Elara felt like she was about to die.
She was just standing there, waiting for the bus when, out of nowhere, a dirt truck lost control and crashed straight towards the bus stop. At that mont, she was so terrified that her mind went blank, leaving only one thought: if she died, how would her father live alone?
In the midst of crisis, soone suddenly rushed over and pulled her, and she and two others fell to the ground. Although they avoided the most severe impact from the truck, she was still knocked unconscious by the front of the vehicle.
Screams, running, crying...
The ambulance and police soon arrived at the scene, and the chaotic situation gradually ca under control. Elara and six other injured passersby were taken to the hospital.
When Zion Fitzwilliam rushed over after getting the news, Elara had already been sent to the ergency room. A bodyguard assigned to look after her bowed his head in guilt and sorrow, "Things happened so suddenly. We were both ten ters away from Miss Hale; Trey was a bit closer and managed to pull Miss Hale away, avoiding the most severe collision, but Trey... he was gravely injured, barely alive when brought to the hospital, but couldn’t be saved..."
His eyes reddened, and he choked up, "President Fitzwilliam, we failed in our duty. Please punish us!"
Both his and Trey’s lives were saved by President Fitzwilliam. They lived only to serve him, and now having failed their assigned task, they were filled with regret. He even loathed himself for not being the one to die saving Miss Hale!
Zion Fitzwilliam’s eyes were unreadable, without answering his request, and instead asked coldly, "Is the driver apprehended? Was there anything unusual on the site surveillance?"
"The driver died on the spot. You can tell from the surveillance that the dump truck was aiming for Miss Hale. We’ve already arranged for people to investigate the vehicle and driver’s background, and results should be out soon."
Zion Fitzwilliam patted the man’s shoulder and said, "Go ho first, get so rest."
"President Fitzwilliam!" The man started to cry, "I..."
Zion Fitzwilliam shook his head, "You’ve done your best. Go ho and rest, sleep and then talk to the company’s psychologist. There will be many places where we need your help in the future."
The man’s eyes were full of gratitude and loyalty, "Yes, President Fitzwilliam!"
In the corridor, it quickly beca empty.
Zion Fitzwilliam held his tightly clenched fists behind him, trembling slightly. He stared at the closed door of the ergency room, uncertain about Elara’s condition—whether she was alive or dead.
She was lying inside, and he couldn’t do anything to help. He couldn’t even share her pain.
Zion Fitzwilliam’s heart was tightly twisted, but the more urgent the situation, the calr he beca. Elara was injured, but he still had many things to do.
He called Assistant Harris, who was already on his way, breathing heavily and asked, "President Fitzwilliam, has Miss Hale escaped danger?"
Zion Fitzwilliam’s dark eyes deepened, paused for a second, and said, "...Not yet."
Assistant Harris was stunned, then heard Zion Fitzwilliam’s cold voice follow, "Bring back the team from abroad and thoroughly investigate this matter."
Assistant Harris was stunned again. The team from abroad? Was this not going overboard?
But considering Miss Hale’s importance to President Fitzwilliam, it all seed reasonable. He responded, "Yes, I will contact them imdiately."
Zion Fitzwilliam put down the phone, unconsciously pinching the web of his thumb and forefinger, staying motionless and always guarding the door of the ergency room.
Half an hour passed, and Lucy Taylor hurriedly arrived. She anxiously asked upon seeing Zion Fitzwilliam, "How is she? Is she seriously injured?"
Zion Fitzwilliam glanced at her, shook his head, and remained silent.
Lucy Taylor’s heart sunk; she peered at the hospital director and so managent staff hiding in the corner not daring to approach, feeling inexplicably guilty.
Today, Elara was out to et her, and if it weren’t for that eting, Elara wouldn’t have encountered such an incident.
Put bluntly, Elara’s injury was her responsibility.
Lucy Taylor was a bit intimidated by her son. After a mont’s hesitation, she said, "Should I call ho and bring over the top dical team?"
Zion Fitzwilliam didn’t look at her, staring at the ergency room door, saying, "Already called, but it takes ti. Right now... there’s no ti to wait."
Lucy Taylor was even more worried, her heart was restless, making her want to cry. But her husband wasn’t around, and her son was indifferent, so nobody would care if she cried.
"Zion, I’m sorry..." Lucy Taylor sniffled, "I didn’t know she’d encounter this. If I had known, I wouldn’t have asked her to et. I don’t like her, but I also want her to be safe and sound."
Zion Fitzwilliam glanced at her, said nothing.
He knew about his mother eting Elara. He hadn’t intervened because Elara didn’t mind, and eventually their relationship would be exposed, so it was better to let her handle it beforehand within a controlled scope, since he would always be there for her.
Even though he wasn’t happy with his mother’s dislike for Elara, Zion Fitzwilliam also understood that the car accident had nothing to do with his mother.
His mother, foolish in her ways, acts purely based on her moods, but she doesn’t intend to harm others. Over the years, without the protection from his father and Grandma Fitzwilliam, her life wouldn’t have been so smooth.
Lucy Taylor saw her son’s silence and felt even more uneasy. As she stared at the closed door of the ergency room, she secretly decided that as long as Elara recovered safely, she might as well accept her as a daughter-in-law as a debt she owes her.
Even if she’s twice married, from a poor background, and heard she can’t have children... The more Lucy Taylor thought, the more unwilling she felt, but realizing Elara’s injury was her fault, she relented!
She owed it to her!
Neither of them spoke, but both anxiously stood there waiting. Not long after, Lucy Taylor’s phone rang. She glanced at it and promptly picked up, "Mom, what’s going on?"
Grandma Fitzwilliam’s worried voice ca through, "I heard Elara was in a car accident? Is it true?"
Lucy Taylor was montarily stunned. Instinctively, she glanced at Zion Fitzwilliam, hesitating. Telling the elderly would worry her, but if she didn’t, the elderly might be angry later knowing the truth.
She lacked decisiveness. Zion Fitzwilliam lightly shook his head at her, so Lucy Taylor imdiately said, "Mom, where did you hear that rumor? Nothing happened, Elara is fine. Zion and I are here, nothing to worry about, it’s all good."
Upon hearing this, Zion Fitzwilliam felt a twinge in his brain. His mother...
Sure enough, Grandma Fitzwilliam beca anxious upon hearing that, "If nothing happened, why are you both there? You’re still trying to hide it from ? Are you treating like I’m dead? Is she seriously injured? I’m so worried, speak up!"
"Forget it, I’ll go back and check asap. My poor Elara is suffering!"
Zion Fitzwilliam took Lucy Taylor’s phone, speaking in a deep voice, "Grandma, it’s ."
Grandma Fitzwilliam imdiately said, "Zion! How is Elara?"
Zion Fitzwilliam said, "Still in ergency care, not severely injured. I’ll update you on details once she cos out. For now, no need to worry. If you wish to return and see her, the butler can arrange that for you—take your ti."
Considering Grandma’s age, she couldn’t endure dramatic events. If told that Elara was on the brink of life and death, she’d likely faint right away.
Grandma Fitzwilliam felt relieved hearing this, "Take good care of her. I’ll return tomorrow. Tell her not to be afraid—the Fitzwilliam Family has her back!"
After pausing, she added, "The car accident must be thoroughly investigated."
Zion Fitzwilliam’s expression chilled, "Don’t worry, I understand."
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