Falling For My Billionaire Savior - Chapter 59: Chapter 59
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After a moment of hesitation, Mason finally voiced what he'd been thinking, "Honestly, maybe it's for the best that the child is gone."
"You can finally breathe easy, huh?" I replied coldly, my heart growing even colder.
He let out a long sigh. But the next thing he said wasn't what I'd expected at all. "Since it's come to this, I suppose it's time you know the truth. I'll tell you what your real task is once you see my family."
I immediately focused. The gravity in his voice made it clear—whatever he was about to say, it wasn't going to be simple.
Mason began telling me a story from the past, and it was only then that I understood the true purpose behind the contract he had made with me.
It turned out, the face I had after my plastic surgery wasn't just some random choice. It was the real Katherine—Mason's actual fiancée.
Five years ago, just a few days before their engagement, Mason bought a brand-new Porsche. Both he and Katherine were Porsche fans, and Katherine was eager to test the car's performance.
That day, they were attending a car club gathering. Katherine insisted on switching cars with Mason. He hadn't thought much of it at the time and agreed.
But no one could've predicted that when the car reached a winding mountain road, the brakes suddenly failed, and the Porsche plummeted off a cliff.
By the time rescue teams arrived, all that remained was a pile of metal. Katherine was nowhere to be found.
The car doors were flung wide open, and barely a few feet from the wreckage was a large river—deep and fast-moving. Search parties scoured the area, but all they could find were patches of blood on the ground and a single woman's shoe by the riverbank.
They concluded that Katherine must have been swept away by the current. Both of their families mobilized every available resource and scoured the waters for days. But despite all their efforts, they failed to find Katherine or her body.
The car was a brand-new limited-edition model. A brake failure was virtually impossible. Mason ordered a full investigation, and the final report confirmed his suspicions: Someone had tampered with the car.
The route they'd taken that day had been planned well in advance. If Katherine hadn't decided at the last minute to swap cars with Mason, he would've been the one to disappear.
After the accident, Katherine's parents were devastated. They left the country and settled overseas.
I looked at Mason and asked, "So you changed me to look like your fiancée, as a way to remember her?"
To my own surprise, I didn't feel insulted by the idea of being someone's stand-in. If anything, I felt a sliver of admiration for Mason. So many years had passed, and yet he still clung to the memory of her. At least he wasn't heartless.
But Mason shook his head. "It's not that simple. I need you to go to Knight Manor to investigate the truth behind the crash.
"I have reason to believe the person who sabotaged the car is connected to my mother and brother."
"What?" I stared at him, stunned. "That can't be. How could your mother possibly try to kill you?"
"It's my stepmother," he clarified. "My biological mother died when I was seven. Six months later, my father married her."
I muttered, "Why don't you just say 'stepmother' to begin with? Calling her 'mother' is too confusing."
Mason didn't respond to the jab. He warned me, "This is exactly the kind of thing you'll need to be careful about. That mother and son are masters of manipulation. One wrong move, and you could be beyond saving."
He added, "No matter how you feel, you cannot let them see your true thoughts."
"Got it," I mumbled, realizing it hadn't been a slip of the tongue. He deliberately phrased things that way as a warning.
Mason continued, "Losing the child may have spared you greater danger. When my grandfather passed away, he left behind a will. It states that whoever—between my brother and me—has a son first can inherit 80% of his property.
"You can finally breathe easy, huh?" I replied coldly, my heart growing even colder.
He let out a long sigh. But the next thing he said wasn't what I'd expected at all. "Since it's come to this, I suppose it's time you know the truth. I'll tell you what your real task is once you see my family."
I immediately focused. The gravity in his voice made it clear—whatever he was about to say, it wasn't going to be simple.
Mason began telling me a story from the past, and it was only then that I understood the true purpose behind the contract he had made with me.
It turned out, the face I had after my plastic surgery wasn't just some random choice. It was the real Katherine—Mason's actual fiancée.
Five years ago, just a few days before their engagement, Mason bought a brand-new Porsche. Both he and Katherine were Porsche fans, and Katherine was eager to test the car's performance.
That day, they were attending a car club gathering. Katherine insisted on switching cars with Mason. He hadn't thought much of it at the time and agreed.
But no one could've predicted that when the car reached a winding mountain road, the brakes suddenly failed, and the Porsche plummeted off a cliff.
By the time rescue teams arrived, all that remained was a pile of metal. Katherine was nowhere to be found.
The car doors were flung wide open, and barely a few feet from the wreckage was a large river—deep and fast-moving. Search parties scoured the area, but all they could find were patches of blood on the ground and a single woman's shoe by the riverbank.
They concluded that Katherine must have been swept away by the current. Both of their families mobilized every available resource and scoured the waters for days. But despite all their efforts, they failed to find Katherine or her body.
The car was a brand-new limited-edition model. A brake failure was virtually impossible. Mason ordered a full investigation, and the final report confirmed his suspicions: Someone had tampered with the car.
The route they'd taken that day had been planned well in advance. If Katherine hadn't decided at the last minute to swap cars with Mason, he would've been the one to disappear.
After the accident, Katherine's parents were devastated. They left the country and settled overseas.
I looked at Mason and asked, "So you changed me to look like your fiancée, as a way to remember her?"
To my own surprise, I didn't feel insulted by the idea of being someone's stand-in. If anything, I felt a sliver of admiration for Mason. So many years had passed, and yet he still clung to the memory of her. At least he wasn't heartless.
But Mason shook his head. "It's not that simple. I need you to go to Knight Manor to investigate the truth behind the crash.
"I have reason to believe the person who sabotaged the car is connected to my mother and brother."
"What?" I stared at him, stunned. "That can't be. How could your mother possibly try to kill you?"
"It's my stepmother," he clarified. "My biological mother died when I was seven. Six months later, my father married her."
I muttered, "Why don't you just say 'stepmother' to begin with? Calling her 'mother' is too confusing."
Mason didn't respond to the jab. He warned me, "This is exactly the kind of thing you'll need to be careful about. That mother and son are masters of manipulation. One wrong move, and you could be beyond saving."
He added, "No matter how you feel, you cannot let them see your true thoughts."
"Got it," I mumbled, realizing it hadn't been a slip of the tongue. He deliberately phrased things that way as a warning.
Mason continued, "Losing the child may have spared you greater danger. When my grandfather passed away, he left behind a will. It states that whoever—between my brother and me—has a son first can inherit 80% of his property.
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