Falling For My Billionaire Savior - Chapter 26: Chapter 26

In the end, my mom was just too powerless. Even after they dragged her behind those iron bars, she was still shouting my name at the top of her lungs.
"Let her go. Everything she said is true," I screamed, trying to stop them, but no one listened to me.
I reached out, trying to pull my mom out from behind the iron bars, only to be shocked when my hand passed right through her body. She didn't even seem to notice I was here.
What was going on? I was clearly alive, so why couldn't they see me or hear my voice?
All of a sudden, a hole opened up beneath me, and I felt a powerful suction trying to drag me in. I screamed and shot up, realizing it had all been a dream.
I got up and frantically splashed cold water on my face. Before my face was even dry, I was already heading toward Mason's office. I pushed the door open and saw Mason buried in a pile of paperwork, still working.
Without even looking up, he said, "We're heading to the hospital in a bit to visit a patient on behalf of the company."
"Who?" I asked.
"The old lady Oliver pushed over yesterday," Mason replied.
"Seriously?" I was surprised and thrilled.
"If you don't want to go, I can send someone else," he remarked.
"No, I want to go. I definitely want to go," I agreed immediately.
Mason finally looked up at me. "Remember who you are."
"Yes, I know." I nodded.
After that, I took the initiative to pour him some coffee and stayed close, clearly trying to please him. This time, Mason didn't scold me or say I was overdoing it. He just accepted it without saying a word.
When he finished reviewing all the files on his desk, he stood up and stretched. "Let's go."
Mason and I arrived at the hospital with a gift basket the driver had prepared. We walked into my mom's hospital room.
The moment I saw her, the weight in my chest finally lifted. She looked great—resting half-sitting on the bed, chatting with George. She seemed genuinely happy.
When we walked in, my mom lit up with a smile. "Speak of the devil. Come, have a seat. I was just telling your... my son that good people always get what they deserve."
The worry and sadness on her face were gone. She looked graceful again, just like she used to. Her hair was still completely white, but her complexion was much better than when I saw her yesterday.
George had just learned that we were the ones who brought my mom to the hospital yesterday. He expressed his gratitude repeatedly.
I wanted to tell him it wasn't necessary, but I didn't want to raise suspicion, so I just accepted it in silence.
I then sat by my mom's bedside. She grabbed my hand and refused to let go, saying, "This young lady is beautiful, way prettier than my daughter. And so capable. Much better than her."
Her eyes were full of warmth and affection. The way she looked at me didn't feel like she was looking at a stranger.
I started to wonder if my mom had recognized me. If she had, that would actually be perfect. I wouldn't have to keep worrying anymore.
I didn't dare respond to what my mom said about her daughter, afraid that I might slip up and give myself away.
I said in a neutral, professional tone, "Does your head still hurt? Please rest assured. The company will deal with Mr. Cooke seriously. If you decide to press charges, that's between you and Mr. Cooke. The company won't interfere.
"And please, never go see him alone. If Mr. Cooke had the nerve to push you in front of a crowd, who knows what he'd do without witnesses?"
As soon as I said that, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Mason's mouth twitched. Maybe I was being a little too blunt?