Falling For My Billionaire Savior - Chapter 19: Chapter 19
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Her clothes were stained with dirt, clearly from being knocked down just now. My mom hadn't even had time to brush it off before scrambling back up and trying to charge through the company gate again.
It had only been a little over three months, but my mom looked like she had aged more than twenty years. Her once jet-black hair was now all white.
My once elegant and dignified mother no longer cared about appearances, screaming hysterically, "Oliver, give me back my daughter, you heartless bastard. Don't think I can't do anything just because you're hiding.
"Katherine Gordon, you home-wrecking bitch, come out and face me. What did you and Oliver do to my daughter? Where is she?"
There had to be some kind of misunderstanding. There was no way my mom could've known about someone named Katherine right after I returned.
I was sure Oliver was behind this. For all I knew, the reason he didn't show up at the office this morning might've had something to do with it.
Just as I was about to step forward, Oliver appeared out of nowhere. He grabbed my arm with one hand and tried to pull me into his embrace with the other. "Don't go over there. That woman's insane."
The way he positioned us looked way too intimate. Anyone who didn't know better would absolutely think there was something going on between us.
Without even thinking, I twisted around, grabbed his sleeve, bent down, and threw him over my shoulder. Oliver's body drew a graceful arc in the air before slamming into the ground. That thud alone sounded painful enough.
Oliver lay there wincing and groaning, unable to get up.
"Oh no, I'm so sorry, Mr. Cooke. Why did you sneak up on me like that without saying a word?" I said with fake concern, but the disdain on my face was plain as day. "Quick, you guys, come help Mr. Cooke up."
Oliver had been spreading rumors in the office, trying to make people believe we were involved. Fine. I didn't need to explain anything. Let them draw their own conclusions from what I just did.
I hadn't had much training. My combat skills were pretty basic, but clearly good enough to deal with Oliver.
I didn't think I'd get to use them so soon, and landing that scumbag flat on his back in front of everyone felt amazing.
But there was no time to enjoy it. Right now, the most important thing was calming my mom down. I'd already been a terrible daughter. I couldn't let her get hurt again.
I walked up to her. "Ma'am, I'm Katherine Gordon. I'm afraid I don't understand what you're saying. Could you please explain?"
My gaze made my mom fall silent. She stared hard into my eyes, refusing to look away. Blood ties run deep. Even though my appearance had changed, nothing could ever change the fact that I was her daughter.
I was afraid she'd recognize me right here and now and shout it out loud. I quickly lowered my head, avoiding her eyes.
"You're Katherine Gordon?" my mom asked hesitantly.
"Yes," I replied. "I just got back to the country yesterday. I don't understand what you meant earlier, so I came out to ask. If there's been a misunderstanding, we can clear it up."
"I'm not looking for you," my mom said. "I'm looking for a pregnant woman who lives with Oliver. She said her name is Katherine Gordon, and that she's the Deputy General Manager here."
I got it now. My mom must've gone to Oliver's place and run into Jennifer. As for why Jennifer was using my identity, all I had to do was ask.
I turned around just in time to see Oliver trying to sneak away. I shouted, "Mr. Cooke, where are you going? Please come over here and explain this."
Every head turned to look at him. Oliver had nowhere to hide, no chance of slipping away. His face went red, then drained of all color, then turned a sickly shade of gray.
With hundreds of gazes locked on him, Oliver couldn't even get a full sentence out. There was no way I'd let this chance slip by.
"Mr. Cooke," I spoke, "wasn't that woman living in your house supposed to be your cousin? No, wait—your wife, Jennifer Pearson. When did she start using my name and become the Deputy General Manager?"
It had only been a little over three months, but my mom looked like she had aged more than twenty years. Her once jet-black hair was now all white.
My once elegant and dignified mother no longer cared about appearances, screaming hysterically, "Oliver, give me back my daughter, you heartless bastard. Don't think I can't do anything just because you're hiding.
"Katherine Gordon, you home-wrecking bitch, come out and face me. What did you and Oliver do to my daughter? Where is she?"
There had to be some kind of misunderstanding. There was no way my mom could've known about someone named Katherine right after I returned.
I was sure Oliver was behind this. For all I knew, the reason he didn't show up at the office this morning might've had something to do with it.
Just as I was about to step forward, Oliver appeared out of nowhere. He grabbed my arm with one hand and tried to pull me into his embrace with the other. "Don't go over there. That woman's insane."
The way he positioned us looked way too intimate. Anyone who didn't know better would absolutely think there was something going on between us.
Without even thinking, I twisted around, grabbed his sleeve, bent down, and threw him over my shoulder. Oliver's body drew a graceful arc in the air before slamming into the ground. That thud alone sounded painful enough.
Oliver lay there wincing and groaning, unable to get up.
"Oh no, I'm so sorry, Mr. Cooke. Why did you sneak up on me like that without saying a word?" I said with fake concern, but the disdain on my face was plain as day. "Quick, you guys, come help Mr. Cooke up."
Oliver had been spreading rumors in the office, trying to make people believe we were involved. Fine. I didn't need to explain anything. Let them draw their own conclusions from what I just did.
I hadn't had much training. My combat skills were pretty basic, but clearly good enough to deal with Oliver.
I didn't think I'd get to use them so soon, and landing that scumbag flat on his back in front of everyone felt amazing.
But there was no time to enjoy it. Right now, the most important thing was calming my mom down. I'd already been a terrible daughter. I couldn't let her get hurt again.
I walked up to her. "Ma'am, I'm Katherine Gordon. I'm afraid I don't understand what you're saying. Could you please explain?"
My gaze made my mom fall silent. She stared hard into my eyes, refusing to look away. Blood ties run deep. Even though my appearance had changed, nothing could ever change the fact that I was her daughter.
I was afraid she'd recognize me right here and now and shout it out loud. I quickly lowered my head, avoiding her eyes.
"You're Katherine Gordon?" my mom asked hesitantly.
"Yes," I replied. "I just got back to the country yesterday. I don't understand what you meant earlier, so I came out to ask. If there's been a misunderstanding, we can clear it up."
"I'm not looking for you," my mom said. "I'm looking for a pregnant woman who lives with Oliver. She said her name is Katherine Gordon, and that she's the Deputy General Manager here."
I got it now. My mom must've gone to Oliver's place and run into Jennifer. As for why Jennifer was using my identity, all I had to do was ask.
I turned around just in time to see Oliver trying to sneak away. I shouted, "Mr. Cooke, where are you going? Please come over here and explain this."
Every head turned to look at him. Oliver had nowhere to hide, no chance of slipping away. His face went red, then drained of all color, then turned a sickly shade of gray.
With hundreds of gazes locked on him, Oliver couldn't even get a full sentence out. There was no way I'd let this chance slip by.
"Mr. Cooke," I spoke, "wasn't that woman living in your house supposed to be your cousin? No, wait—your wife, Jennifer Pearson. When did she start using my name and become the Deputy General Manager?"
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