Falling For My Billionaire Savior - Chapter 20: Chapter 20

My words instantly set off a wave of laughter. The employees started whispering all around me. "Now this is something. Let's see what Oliver says."
"What can he say? This is seriously embarrassing."
"What's going on? Didn't Mr. Cooke say his wife ran off with another man? Where did this new wife come from?"
"Well, if his wife did run off, what's wrong with him finding someone new?"
"No, something's off. What if Mrs. Cooke was the one who got kicked out so he could make room for his mistress? Didn't that older lady say the other woman's pregnant?"
"Oh right, she's already showing. Maybe that old lady's telling the truth."
"I didn't expect Mr. Cooke to be that kind of guy."
Oliver was mortified. He shot me a vicious glare, then turned and stormed off without saying a word.
"Stop right there. Explain who that woman is in your house," my mother demanded, grabbing onto Oliver's arm.
"Get off me, you crazy old hag." Oliver flung her arm off and gave her a hard shove. My mom stumbled back and fell straight to the ground.
Her head smacked against the edge of the marble steps, and I almost cried out, but forced it down. I rushed to her and knelt by her side. Her eyes were shut tight. She was completely unconscious.
I pulled my mom into my arms to check her injury. As soon as my hand touched the back of her head, I felt something slick. When I brought it back, it was covered in blood—bright, shocking red.
"Call an ambulance, now," I screamed, clutching her tightly. "Wake up. Please wake up. Don't fall asleep. You have to stay awake, I'm begging you."
I didn't care about anything else. I bent down and called to her right by her ear in my own voice. Luckily, everyone else kept their distance, afraid to get involved.
Someone had already called for an ambulance. Tears streamed down my face, blurring my vision. I couldn't care about anything else. I kept speaking softly to my mom, trying to keep her conscious while we waited for the ambulance.
All of a sudden, she moved. The motion was barely noticeable, but I felt it. I was just about to cry out in relief when a low voice spoke, "You two, get the old lady into the car." It was Mason.
As soon as I looked up, two men who looked like bodyguards stepped over. "Ms. Gordon, please let us take her."
They lifted my mom out of my arms and carried her into Mason's car. I got in too, and the car immediately took off toward the hospital.
My mom had woken up, but she was still very weak. She leaned against me, whispering over and over, "Maddy, is that you?"
Maddy was my childhood nickname. My parents and my brother George Lane had always called me that affectionately.
I didn't dare respond. I carefully glanced at Mason through the rearview mirror. He was sitting in the front passenger seat, his face expressionless. I couldn't read what he was thinking, but I still felt uneasy.
On the way, Mason made a call—he was contacting the hospital. We arrived quickly. Several doctors and nurses were already waiting at the entrance. As soon as the car stopped, they rushed over, transferred my mom to a stretcher, and wheeled her inside.
Everyone followed close behind. When I got out of the car, I realized my legs were so weak I could barely stand.
One of the bodyguards tried to steady me, but Mason shot him a sharp look, and the bodyguard stepped back.
Mason came over and wrapped an arm around my waist, guiding me forward. It looked intimate, but it was really just to keep me from collapsing.
When we reached the emergency room, a nurse stopped me at the door. "Ms. Gordon, the patient is being treated. Please wait outside."
Before I could say anything, Mason said to the nurse, "Get Ms. Gordon a room to rest. She's not feeling well after seeing all that blood."
"Of course. Right this way, please," the nurse replied with a nod.