Elara hadn’t spoken yet, but Yvette Somrs disagreed and began, "Old Hale, what things are you talking about, I’ll go get them, let Elara sit down and talk to Carter, get to know each other better."
David Hales was unwavering and insisted, "You don’t know where it is. Let Elara co with ."
In front of the guest, Yvette Somrs couldn’t say anything further, so she urged Elara, "Hurry up and go, don’t keep them waiting too long."
The words had reached this point, Elara couldn’t help but understand.
Yvette Somrs was not finding a man for herself, she was finding one for her.
Elara felt an unexplainable stifling frustration in her heart. She didn’t say a word and pushed David Hales’ wheelchair straight into the bedroom.
Once the bedroom door was closed, David Hales sighed, filled with guilt, and said, "Elara, I’m sorry, I didn’t know your Auntie Yvette... she actually took it upon herself to find you a match. She didn’t say anything to , if I had known, I definitely wouldn’t have let you co here."
Elara was speechless too, after pausing she said, "I’ll go outside and explain to them."
David Hales nodded, "If you don’t like it, just find an excuse and reject it. You don’t need to worry about your Auntie Yvette. At most, she’ll fuss a little; she won’t be able to stir up much trouble."
After speaking, he looked up at Elara, full of sorrow and sighed, "But it’s you, dad really hopes you can quickly get over the pain from the Jacobs Family. While you’re young, find another one, and dad can be at ease."
Elara smiled, casually saying, "I’m not in a hurry, I’ll talk about it when I et the right person in the future. If I don’t find one, being on my own is quite good too."
David Hales sighed, disagreeingly said, "You’re already thirty, how many youthful years do you have left? In a lifeti, one must find a partner, otherwise, in this long life, there won’t be anyone to care for you. You may not feel it when you’re young, but you’ll understand when you’re old. Right now I’m just worried about you in the world, if you’re alone, I’ll surely be scolded to death by your mother in the afterlife."
Elara was stunned for a mont, her father was a very traditional man, and only these past years after family upheavals had he occasionally expressed true feelings. But this kind of straightforward expression of concern and love had never happened before.
David Hales continued, "You should still quickly find soone while you’re young, and have a child before thirty-five. After thirty-five, having children can be too damaging to a woman’s body. Your mother is... alas, she’s had a sore back for decades."
Elara opened her mouth but ultimately did not reveal that she might not be able to conceive. How many n could accept the idea of having no children? She had actually long since prepared herself for a lonely old age.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t insist on adopting Jasmine.
She hesitated for a mont but ultimately didn’t ntion anything about Zion Fitzwilliam, she didn’t want to deceive her father just to make him feel better.
Before long, Yvette Somrs was outside knocking on the door, her tone nauseatingly cordial, "Old Hale, Elara, have you got the things? The guest is still waiting, don’t chat endlessly."
Elara then walked over to open the door, pushing her father out and then looked at Yvette Somrs and said, "Auntie Yvette, I am grateful you arranged this for , but I currently have no interest in a second marriage. Should you decline him, or should I?"
Yvette Somrs’ face instantly darkened, she cautiously glanced toward the living room, seeing Dylan Carter wasn’t paying attention, then grabbed Elara and said furiously,
"Are you stupid? Dylan Carter is the director of a proper university admissions office, has a car and a house, good job, good looks, his parents are highly educated too, you wouldn’t know how fortunate you’d be to marry him! If his previous wife hadn’t divorced him foolishly, it wouldn’t be your turn!"
Elara frowned, "I don’t want any conditions."
She saw it clearly, she couldn’t rely on Yvette Somrs anymore, so she disregarded courtesy and directly went into the living room and said to the man on the sofa, "I’m sorry, my family didn’t discuss this with in advance. I’m not looking for soone in the coming years. Sorry for wasting your ti today."
Having said that, she directly retrieved a few boxes of gifts from the entrance and handed them to the man.
This was really rude, not only to a guest but even to a friend. She had never been taught like this since childhood, especially since he was a victim too.
But for this matter, she didn’t want to leave Yvette Somrs any room to maneuver.
So, she could only be rude.
Yvette Somrs angrily ran over to pull her, "Elara, do you know what you’re doing? Do you think you’re so celestial beauty? A divorced woman isn’t worth much in the marriage market, understand? Being able to find soone like Mr. Carter is a blessing from your ancestors!"
Elara looked at her, calm and composed, "Auntie Yvette, my worth isn’t determined by the marriage market, I think highly of myself. As fellow won, as fellow divorced won, your malice toward is unreasonably strong."
She didn’t know why Yvette Somrs was in such a hurry unless Yvette had benefited from it.
Otherwise, why would Yvette Somrs arrange a marriage for her?
If that were the case, she certainly had to refuse even more firmly.
She firmly looked at Dylan Carter and reiterated, "I’m sorry for wasting your ti today."
The implication of sending him off was quite clear.
At this stage, how could Dylan Carter not see what was going on? He smiled politely, stood up, and said, "Miss Hale, you don’t need to feel sorry. It’s my fault for coming here without understanding the situation."
Elara breathed a sigh of relief; it was good that he wasn’t soone who would keep pestering.
However, to her surprise, Dylan Carter looked at her and continued, "But I really admire Miss Hale’s personality. Can we exchange contact details and be friends?"
Elara instantly felt a headache, was he implying that he still wanted to keep in touch?
There was no way she could accept it, so she had to politely decline, "Sorry, I..."
Before she could refuse, Dylan Carter smiled indulgently and said, "Miss Hale, I understand your aning, but I think since we’re both single, why not continue to get to know each other? It doesn’t hurt, does it? If it’s suitable, great. If not, being friends is also nice."
Elara was really not good at dealing with n who were so persistent. Her first love was Mason Jacobs, and she was the one who confessed first.
Left with no choice, she had to go ahead with a hard refusal, "Sorry, I currently have a stable relationship."
Dylan Carter obviously didn’t believe it, because if she had a partner, she would’ve ntioned it upfront instead of only saying it now when cornered.
Of course, he wouldn’t give up so easily, and he smiled, "There’s no need to lie. If it’s convenient, why not have a al together soday? I really want to befriend you."
Elara hesitated for a mont, ready to nod in agreent, when Yvette Somrs suddenly interjected coldly, "Why not today? If you’re in a relationship your family doesn’t even know about, why not invite the person over for a al, so we can all et?"
Elara was really caught in a bind now; she had rely used an excuse to refuse, where would she find a stable partner now?
But if she didn’t bring soone over, Yvette and Dylan wouldn’t relent, and they’d discover her lie, making things worse.
What should she do? Should she call Zion Fitzwilliam over to help?
Since he had just dropped her off, he might not be ho yet, so she said to Yvette and Dylan, "Please wait a mont, I’ll make a call."
With that, she took out her phone and walked aside.
David Hales lingered, watching her closely, "Elara, you don’t need to..."
Elara knew her father worried she’d find soone to pretend for peace, but now it was the most feasible way, plus if she called Zion Fitzwilliam over, her father might be reassured about her situation.
After all Zion Fitzwilliam was soone that counts.
And Zion Fitzwilliam was her nominal husband anyway; asking him for this favor wouldn’t bother him.
Elara comforted herself with these thoughts, but when she dialed the number, her palms still sweated from embarrassnt.
The phone had barely rung once when it was picked up, Zion Fitzwilliam’s deep magnetic voice ca through, "What’s up?"
Elara Hale steeled herself and said, "Are you ho yet?"
Zion Fitzwilliam paused for a mont, then replied, "...not yet."
Elara Hale asked embarrassingly, "Can you co back once?"
Downstairs, Zion Fitzwilliam who was in the car, upon hearing this, looked up.
The fourth floor was brightly lit, no sound could be heard.
But she wouldn’t make such a request for no reason. Has she run into trouble?
Elara Hale in front of the people inside the room couldn’t say it too obviously, so she simply explained, "My dad wants to et you."
Zion Fitzwilliam held the phone and realized, her family was urging her to remarry, so she called him to deal with the situation?
He gladly accepted, eting the parents ant the relationship was officially recognized, and if she ever considered divorce, she’d have to weigh those open entanglents carefully.
How nice, his bargaining chips increased again.
He smiled slightly and said, "Sure, I’m coming right over."
Elara Hale heard his reply and imdiately felt relieved, no matter what, today as long as this play is acted out well, it’s all good.
David Hales saw that Elara Hale called him over and quickly said to Yvette Somrs, "Quickly reheat the kitchen dishes."
Although reluctant, facing Dylan Carter, Yvette Somrs couldn’t say anything, so she went into the kitchen.
David Hales then let Elara Hale push him into the bedroom to change clothes; he didn’t know there was a guest coming ho today, he was wearing very casual ho clothes. At this mont, he had Elara Hale open the wardrobe door, pointed to the suit hanging at the very end and said, "Get that outfit."
Elara Hale said surprised, "Dad, isn’t this the one you bought when you married Mom?"
More than thirty years ago, a high-end custom suit supposedly cost her father two months’ salary.
Even until now, it’s treasured like a prized possession, usually even Yvette Somrs isn’t allowed to touch it.
David Hales chuckled, "Isn’t this eting the son-in-law? Your mom’s not here, dad is in such a situation, need to dress up properly, can’t let you lose face."
There’s one more thing he didn’t say, when looking for a partner nowadays, people look at the family too, he being a cripple would be seen as a burden, he wanted to leave a good impression for his daughter’s boyfriend so as not to have Elara disliked because of him.
Elara Hale’s heart felt sour, her father’s thoughtful concern seed entirely unnecessary to her, because Zion Fitzwilliam simply wouldn’t care about that.
But she said nothing, helped her father change clothes, just pushed him into the living room when the doorbell rang.
Elara Hale hurried to open the door, seeing Zion Fitzwilliam at the door and was astounded, "You ca so quickly!"
It hasn’t even been ten minutes since hanging up the phone, right?
Zion Fitzwilliam smiled, "I was doing sothing nearby when you called, not far away."
Then he handed the gift in hand to David Hales, respectfully said, "Uncle, this is a small token of appreciation, thank you for raising Elara so well, I will take good care of her in the future."
Seeing his daughter’s boyfriend so handso, speaking and acting without a flaw, David Hales was already smiling until his eyebrows were not visible, quickly took the gift box, politely said, "You, child, why buy sothing when you co, quickly, co in and sit."
He placed the gift box in a corner, then called Elara Hale to make tea, to use his favorite pre-rain Longjing to entertain Zion Fitzwilliam.
Previously Dylan Carter didn’t receive such treatnt.
Dylan Carter was not annoyed, instead stood up and reached out to Zion Fitzwilliam, politely said, "Hello, I’m Dylan Carter, the admissions officer at Glenwood Academy, may I know your na?"
In front of Zion Fitzwilliam, he is full of confidence.
The boyfriend Miss Hale found, though has a good-looking face, may not be better conditioned than him.
Soone like him in his early forties, with a car, house, no loans, although with a child, has a glamorous job, successful career, and he’s not ugly, just that the pretty boy is too handso.
He completely has the ability to compete.
Even though Miss Hale doesn’t like him, but he holds onto resources her family needs, even for her brother, she has to consider.
He indeed quite likes Elara Hale, young, vibrant, beautiful, good figure, most importantly, with correct values, handles man-woman relationships neatly, doesn’t play gas.
And listening to her stepmother say, all sorts of housework are presentable, graduated from a prestigious university, this kind of girl is most suitable to marry ho as a wife.
In every aspect, she is very attractive to him.
Worth his effort.
He looked at Zion Fitzwilliam with visibly hostile eyes, while Zion Fitzwilliam stood in front of him, towering over him by a head, saying nothing, just standing there made Dylan Carter feel an inexplicable sense of pressure.
"Mr. Carter, pleasure to et you." Zion Fitzwilliam curved his lips, smiling not reaching his eyes, maintaining surface politeness, "Surna is Fitzwilliam."
Not even bothering to say his na.
Even facing Dylan Carter’s initiative to shake hands, he ignored it.
Dylan Carter wasn’t embarrassed, held his hand in air for a mont, then withdrew, made a gesture for sitting, "Let’s sit and chat."
Zion Fitzwilliam sat down nearby, casually received the tea Elara Hale brewed, gently said, "No need for all the trouble, sit and rest."
Elara Hale smiled briefly, nodded.
This atmosphere is indeed a bit strange, she originally thought that when Zion Fitzwilliam cos, Dylan Carter would leave.
Unexpectedly, Dylan Carter actually did not leave.
What is he trying to do? She already has a boyfriend, does he still want to pry into her relationship?
Her remaining bit of favor towards Dylan Carter was gone.
Dylan Carter looked at Zion Fitzwilliam, smiled, asked, "I wonder what Mr. Fitzwilliam does for work?"
Zion Fitzwilliam took a sip of water, calmly said, "Insurance sales."
Upon hearing these four words, disdain flashed in Dylan Carter’s eyes.
An insurance salesman, as he thought, just a pretty but useless face.
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