Falling For My Billionaire Savior - Chapter 100: Chapter 100

I spoke and started up the stairs slowly. No outburst came as I'd half expected. But in the split second, I turned my head and caught a flash of viciousness in Helen's eyes from the corner of mine.
My heart skipped a beat, and I tensed up, staying on guard.
Just as I braced myself, Helen suddenly sat down on the floor, crying out in fits and starts. "It hurts. My stomach hurts so much."
The second she hit the floor, I sprinted up a few more steps. As I ran, I shouted, "Cathy, hurry out here and check on Helen. Martin. Delilah. Helen's stomach hurts!"
Our voices brought everyone rushing out. "What's wrong? What's happening?" Martin hurried over bending down. "Helen, why's your stomach suddenly hurting?"
"Helen's just worried sick about Joey. That's why her stomach hurts," I cut in before Helen could speak.
Please. What if she'd said I'd upset her? Whether it was true or not, Martin would have chewed me out. I didn't care about his scolding, but what would Delilah think?
I'd just promised I'd be tolerant, and then I'd made Helen's stomach hurt? I'd look like a liar. There was no way I was taking the blame for that.
Honestly, that was the least of it. If I'd run down to check on her instead of heading upstairs, that would've been disastrous.
If Helen had claimed I'd deliberately pushed her, what could I have done? No wonder Mason had warned me over and over to be careful. Turns out, I couldn't let my guard down for a second.
With everyone gathered and me still standing on the stairs, Helen wore a defeated look. It gave me a sick sort of satisfaction.
"Delilah, can we get Joey back? It's dark out. I'm worried for her, a girl alone outside," Helen switched tactics fast. Seeing her plan had failed, she went along with what I'd said.
Delilah sighed, "Richie, go fetch Joey."
"Yes, Grandma," Richard said, heading out.
That was when I slowly descended the stairs, feigning concern. "Helen, let me help you upstairs to rest."
If she dared accuse me in front of everyone, I'd admit defeat.
No surprise—I won. Reluctant as she was, Helen let me help her up the stairs and into her room.
After leaving Helen's room, Delilah gave me an approving look. "Good girl, you're a fine wife to Mason. Go rest."
Thanking Delilah for her kind words, I went back to my room with Mason. Once my tense nerves relaxed, exhaustion washed over me.
This was only the first day. Just thinking about the days ahead gave me a headache.
Mason poured a glass of water and set it in front of me. "You did well today. Be even more careful from now on."
"I made an important discovery today," I said.
"What is it?" Mason asked.
I repeated the conversation I'd had with Helen downstairs. When he finished listening, his brows drew tightly together.
I didn't dare interrupt his train of thought, just waiting quietly.
After a long while, he finally spoke again. "Be careful from now on. Keep pushing her buttons."
"I'm afraid she'll go all out against me."
He patted my shoulder. "She won't hold back just because you're scared. Don't worry."
I was speechless. Was that even supposed to be reassuring?
After my shower, I lay in bed. Mason looked preoccupied, his brows still furrowed in thought.
Even though I'd been hoping he'd leave me alone, letting me rest for the night, it still stung to think he might be thinking about another woman.
But I couldn't say a word. That was when it hit me. Sadly, I didn't even have the right to be jealous.
I closed my eyes, pretending to be fast asleep, but my restlessness made me toss and turn. Finally, my constant shifting prompted Mason to speak. "If you can't sleep, stop faking it. Want to get up for a drink?"