Falling For My Billionaire Savior - Chapter 56: Chapter 56

After what felt like an eternity, he finally let go. Without his support, I slid down the wall and crumpled to the floor, my limbs trembling. It was only then that I realized I was soaked in cold sweat.
Mason picked up the note I'd left on the nightstand and unfolded it. He began to read aloud. "My name is Katherine. I suffer from severe depression. I no longer want to live. I decided to take my own life."
Beneath that was the date, followed by my signature in bold strokes.
When he finished, he calmly pulled a lighter from his pocket and lit the edge of the paper. Flames leapt up and devoured the thin paper, burning it away in seconds. But to me, that fire gave me hope.
Mason burned my will. Did that mean he wanted me to live? And if I lived, then so would my baby.
I had only just learned of the baby's existence, but my heart was already overflowing with maternal love.
The future was uncertain, but I saw a sliver of light, and I wasn't about to let it slip through my fingers.
My legs were still too weak to stand, but at least I could speak now.
I promised, "I swear I won't use the baby to trap you. If you want, I can even write a formal agreement. I'll raise him myself. It won't interfere with the contract or stop you from getting married later on."
Mason raised his eyebrows. "Oh? Is that how you see it?"
I nodded, thinking he had compromised. Emboldened, I added, "I mean, the pregnancy even fits with the terms of the contract, doesn't it? Maybe it actually helps move things along."
He looked at me with a kind of amused disdain. "If you're so determined to keep the child, why tell me at all? Wouldn't it be easier to keep it quiet until everyone found out? That way, I'll have no choice but to accept it."
His tone suggested he was questioning my intelligence.
I shook my head. "I didn't think of that. But it's actually a great idea. I only told you because I know I can't possibly keep it hidden."
Mason's expression finally softened a little. "Writing a will? What are you thinking?"
That perked me up. I explained, "I figured you'd be furious. And when people are furious, they can do extreme things.
"You've saved my life twice, but if you lost control and killed me, I'd still owe you one. So I wrote that will to make it clear that my death wouldn't be your fault. I want to return the favor and break even between us."
I laid it all out logically, thinking my reasoning was airtight. But Mason looked like he was in physical pain—his face twisted as if he had a stomachache.
It took a moment for him to recover. When he finally spoke, his voice no longer carried the cold edge from earlier. "You think you can just take my child and raise it like it has nothing to do with me? That's not going to happen."
"I could just say it's someone else's..." Before I finished it, I immediately shut up. That argument didn't even sound convincing.
He shot me another look, full of disdain. "Idiot."
Then, he added with a heavy sigh, "Forget it. If you want to keep it, do as you please. I suppose it gives you a reason to officially stay."
My heart leapt—but before I could even react, he threw in another condition. "But don't delay your work. Get your checkup this afternoon. You're going back to the office tomorrow."
"Got it. I'll definitely be there tomorrow," I promised.
Mason gave me one last glance before walking out the door. As soon as he was gone, I jumped around the room in pure glee. Almost immediately, I stopped my movement, remembering I was pregnant now.
After all that commotion, it was afternoon.
After lunch, it was time for the prenatal exam. When I opened the door, I saw one of the bodyguards already waiting by the car. "Good afternoon, ma'am. Mr. Knight asked me to take you to the hospital."
I didn't turn him down. Once we were on the road, I sat in the back seat fussing nonstop. "Slow down. Watch out for other cars."
"No sharp turns, okay? I get dizzy."
"Oh, why aren't we there yet?"
The poor driver looked like he didn't know how to drive. By the time we arrived safely at the hospital, his forehead was beaded with sweat. He said, "Ma'am, we've arrived. You may exit the car."