Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man? Chapter 93: Mason Jacobs, Do You Regret It?

Elara Hale never thought that one day, she would see Mason Jacobs waiting at the bottom of her company’s building to look for her.

She stood at the entrance, watching the man ten ters away.

He looked sowhat worn out, thinner than before. Was it because of work stress? He emitted a sense of desolation.

His clothes were neatly worn, but they couldn’t hide the exhaustion on him.

Elara noticed the collar of his shirt was dirty, but she only glanced before looking away. It felt strange; during their two years of marriage, he was always energetic and pristine. She had never seen him like this before.

Had sothing happened?

These thoughts flashed through her mind, then vanished. She had long let go of the past and felt no curiosity about the man before her.

She stood there calmly, speaking mildly, "Mr. Jacobs, do you have sothing to discuss with ?"

Mason looked at her. Today, she wore an off-white professional dress, revealing her fair and delicate calves. On her feet were matching heels. Unlike the two years with him when she was always unkempt, she was glowing, her hair tied up lightly.

He didn’t really know why he ca here.

Last night, after returning ho, he took off the clothes he’d worn all day and told Cecilia Quincy he needed that shirt for the next day, asking her to wash it by hand and dry it.

Unexpectedly, Cecilia acted as if she had been gravely insulted, accusing him of treating her like a maid. She was pregnant and still doing chores.

For heaven’s sake, since being with Cecilia, he had never asked her to do any chores.

It was just this one ti, asking her to wash a shirt. He was too exhausted recently. Work had been inexplicably troubleso, and ssy past issues kept resurfacing. He had to deal with everything alone.

And soon, he was going to marry Cecilia.

The more ti he spent with Cecilia, the more he realized the deep rose-tinted view from his youth. The Cecilia he loved was a pure and delicate fairy-like girl, not the one sleeping next to him, unwilling to wash a shirt or care about house affairs.

This comparison made him appreciate Elara more.

In the past, Elara kept the house immaculate, handling matters for his mother and sister. He only needed to focus on work as she managed everything at ho. Every morning, she neatly folded and placed clean clothes by his bedside. Each evening, she asked about his return ti to prepare a steaming bowl of porridge.

She always worried about his frequent social drinking, reminding him to take care of his stomach.

She gently massaged his temples when he was irritable, silent yet accompanying him.

How did he used to find Elara annoying and troubleso?

So things you only realize were habits after losing them suddenly.

Mason looked at Elara, his lips moved, his voice hoarse, "The day after tomorrow, I’m getting married."

Elara was taken aback, "Did you co here just to tell this? Are you inviting to your wedding? Sorry, Mr. Jacobs, I don’t want to go."

Mason felt his heart was all blocked up, like filled with cotton. He pursed his lips, wanting to say that if she were willing, co back to him.

He wouldn’t mind her being with soone else during that ti, and as for the incident three years ago, he could pretend it never happened, never bringing it up again.

They could live like an ordinary couple, him working outside, her taking care of the ho, living ordinary and stable days.

But thinking of Cecilia, she was his youthful glow, and she was now pregnant. If he dismissed her now, what would she do?

His heart wavered again.

Elara had no idea what Mason was thinking. If she knew, she would laugh out loud.

She had finally broken free from that shackled marriage, finally having her career and life. The things he missed were exactly what she regretted most.

What gave him the confidence to think she would return just because he wanted her?

She was losing patience with Mason. Looking at him, she said, "If you ca just to tell this, well, I know now. Mr. Jacobs, I’m very busy. Goodbye."

With that, she turned to return to the company without any hesitation. Mason hurriedly called after her, "Wait! Elara, I wanted to ask, after the divorce... do you regret it?"

Elara halted, a hint of amusent in her eyes as she turned back, "Mason Jacobs, don’t tell you regret it."

She was truly furious, dropping all pretense of politeness, directly calling his na. When they divorced, he was all about true love, disregarding everything. And now, in just a few months?

If he stuck by it, even if he cheated, she’d respect him as a man, admire his courage, and sigh at the true love between him and Cecilia.

But this is it?

Mason saw the mockery in her eyes, his expression changed, coldly saying, "Regret? How could I regret? Elara Hale, I just ca to thank you. Thanks to you, Cecilia and I could finally be together."

Elara gave a wry smile, "Oh, that’s it. No need to thank . I should thank you for letting see reality. But now, it’s all in the past, no need to ntion it again."

With that, she left without even glancing at Mason, entering the company.

Mason watched her back, his expression dark and ambiguous. Thank him? Thank him for their divorce?

Had it really all passed for her?

Hanging his head, sowhat disheartened, he returned to the car, and after a long ti, finally drove away.

Shortly after he left, from a nearby corner, Cecilia Quincy erged slowly, her face full of anger, clutching her clothes tightly. She hadn’t expected Brother Mason would indeed co to see Elara!

She noticed he seed off when leaving that morning, followed him out of concern.

She didn’t expect he’d co looking for Elara!

What did his words an?

Did he regret divorcing Elara? Living with her for four months, finding the difference between them vast, starting to miss Elara’s goodness?

Cece bit her lips hard, tears rolling down her eyes, Brother Mason, how could you betray !

To Elara, whether Mason gets married tomorrow or the day after, it didn’t matter in the slightest. What she cared about was that finally there was news from Mrs. Langley, saying that the adoption paperwork had been completed, and she should co by the next day to sign a few docunts and take Jasmine ho.

Elara was overjoyed and headed straight to the mall after work, buying many things for a girl, and then she went back and carefully decorated her room.

She set up a retractable small bed beside her original large bed so that it wouldn’t feel cramped for two people to sleep. She also replaced the bed set and curtains with pink ones that little girls like and arranged the bedside with carefully selected plush dolls, a desk, a computer, a desk lamp, and various books.

She wanted Jasmine to feel at ho as soon as she walked in.

Zion Fitzwilliam watched her busy herself at the door and asked, "Do you want to accompany you tomorrow?"

Elara declined with a smile, "No need, tomorrow is a workday. Don’t disrupt your work, I’ll have Zara Dalton go with , he’s going to be the child’s godfather after all!"

Upon hearing the words "godfather," Zion’s expression imdiately beca serious, attempting to argue, "If we’re being logical, I should be the father, right?"

"Huh?" Elara was taken aback, not expecting him to be so particular about this, and thought for a mont before saying, "If you don’t mind, you can of course be the father, Zara can be the godfather, and you the real father, which is perfect."

Zion’s expression softened, looking seriously contemplative, "Anyway, soone like , it’s not possible for to have children in the future, so treating your adopted child as my own is also a bit more of a guarantee for my later years."

Elara hadn’t expected him to consider so deeply and was a little amused, was there really soone eager to be a father?

Unexpectedly, Zion was serious, he looked at her and said, "So, when Jasmine is brought back, I’ll split all expenses with you 50/50, and you must let her call dad, okay?"

Elara thought about it, decided there wasn’t any issue, and nodded, "I’ll ask Jasmine later, if she’s willing, I’ll agree."

Zion was finally satisfied.

The next day, Elara took a day off work and drove with Zara to the orphanage.

Upon entering the courtyard, she unexpectedly saw Mrs. Langley looking flustered; Elara quickly got out of the car, held Mrs. Langley, and asked, "What happened? What’s going on?"

Mrs. Langley was at a loss and upon seeing Elara, her eyes turned red, she grabbed Elara’s hand and said, "Hale, you’re here just in ti. I’m looking for Jasmine, she suddenly ran off without a word and I can’t find her anywhere!"

Elara’s heart instantly tightened, she quickly asked, "Why did she run? Did sothing upset her?"

Mrs. Langley was equally baffled, "Jasmine is usually very good at the orphanage, gets along well with everyone, and nobody’s been bullying her. Oh, right, she’s written ’Decline Adoption’ on her adoption paperwork."

Saying this, Mrs. Langley pulled out a piece of paper, it was the adoption consent form given to Jasmine, on which she had neatly written "Decline Adoption" in the adoption opinion section.

Elara felt a sinking feeling in her heart. She had asked Jasmine’s opinion before applying for adoption, and Jasmine was willing to be adopted; that’s why she went through the complex process. Over the past year, no matter what difficulties she encountered, she insisted on adopting Jasmine, aside from wanting a child, the most important reason was the look of expectation in Jasmine’s eyes back then, as if she held her fate.

But now, at the very last step, Jasmine wanted to decline adoption?

Did this an all her previous efforts were in vain!

Elara promptly asked Mrs. Langley, "Did she ntion wanting to go soplace before? And, who was the last person at the orphanage to see her?"

The top priority now was to find Jasmine and understand what was going on. She couldn’t let Jasmine be wronged for no reason.

Mrs. Langley thought for a mont, suddenly slapped her forehead, "I rember now, Jasmine said she wanted to see the mall in the big city, but she has no money and can’t go to the big city alone!"

After a pause, sothing else seed to occur to her, "She seed to have spoken to Joanne Carter before she left, I’ll go call Joanne over to ask!"

Mrs. Langley quickly brought over Joanne Carter.

Elara rembered this little girl; the last ti she visited, Joanne had eagerly asked if Elara could adopt her too.

Elara didn’t want to speculate maliciously about a child, but this was too much of a coincidence. Joanne happened to want to be adopted by her, and simultaneously, Jasmine declined adoption and disappeared. Moreover, she spoke to Joanne before leaving.

Upon seeing Elara, Joanne froze for a mont, seemingly having sothing to say but eventually swallowed it back and lowered her head.

Mrs. Langley anxiously asked, "Joanne, tell Mom, were you with Jasmine before she left? What did she say to you? Did she ntion where she was going?"

Joanne looked down, staring at her toes, and said, "She said she’s about to go live in a big city and told to stay away from her; she doesn’t make friends with poor people."

Both Mrs. Langley and Elara and Zara were taken aback upon hearing this.

Jasmine was a very likable child, not only did Elara like her, but so did Mrs. Langley.

Jasmine was sweet-talking and diligent; many children in the orphanage liked to gather around her.

How could Jasmine say such a thing?

Mrs. Langley looked at Joanne, frowning, and her tone beca much sterner, "Joanne, tell the truth, where did Jasmine go? Did Jasmine’s sudden departure and refusal to be adopted have anything to do with you?"

Replacing one child’s adoption procedure with another at the orphanage wasn’t too hard, and the children all envied Jasmine being adopted by soone from a big city, so Mrs. Langley first suspected Joanne wanted to take Jasmine’s opportunity for adoption.

Elara originally thought so too, but the mont Mrs. Langley spoke, seeing Joanne’s suddenly hurt expression, she knew this wasn’t the truth.

She told Mrs. Langley, "Let talk to her for a bit."

Mrs. Langley cast a disappointed glance at Joanne before stepping back a bit.

Noticing Mrs. Langley’s look, Joanne bit her lip and lowered her head grudgingly.

Elara noticed this, sighed lightly, squatted in front of Joanne, and asked softly, "Were you really with Jasmine before she left?"

Joanne nodded slightly with her eyes downcast.

Elara continued, "I believe you didn’t do anything to Jasmine. Can you tell sister what you two talked about?"

Joanne bit her lip, her tears suddenly pattering down without warning, and choked, "I didn’t want to talk to her, I was just sitting there playing by myself, but she insisted on getting close to , saying I was overestimating myself, that... that she has now clung to soone powerful, and she would be a rich city girl... she also said... she also said people like you, being so poor, can only adopt poor kids like , you don’t deserve to adopt her..."

Elara’s eyes widened in disbelief, "Is this... is this what Jasmine said?"