Falling For My Billionaire Savior - Chapter 60: Chapter 60

"I'm eight years older than Richard, and that woman has always resented that will. If they had found out you were pregnant, your life would've been in serious danger."
Only then did I realize why Mason was so stubborn that I shouldn't keep the baby. It wasn't because he was afraid of responsibility, nor because he feared I'd cling to him endlessly—he was genuinely worried about my safety.
That thought touched me deeply. The pain of losing the child eased somewhat with his words.
If that was the case, then this baby truly hadn't come at the right time.
Soon, Nadia brought me some mashed potatoes. Though I had little appetite, I forced myself to eat a small bowl to help my body recover faster.
Mason told me to rest up in the hospital and made sure Nadia took good care of me before he left to go back to work.
I stayed in the hospital for only three days before I started insisting on being discharged. I refused to stay any longer. After all, a miscarriage wasn't a major illness. No injections or medication were necessary—just proper rest.
Mason didn't argue; he had my bodyguards escort me home.
After lying in bed at home for a few more days, I finally felt strong enough. So, once Mason got off work and seemed to be in a decent mood, I asked to return to the office.
"It's not urgent now," Mason said. "Xander's already taken over. You should get ready to meet my family."
"So soon?" I felt nervous. I wasn't prepared yet.
He glanced at me and snapped, "According to plan, we're already a week behind schedule. You think that's too soon?"
He rolled his eyes, "According to my plan, you showing up unannounced would've shocked my stepmother and her son. If we make our move before they catch on, maybe we can finally uncover the truth from back then.
"But you? You went to Lane Villa on a whim, ran into Richard, and almost messed everything up."
I didn't want to talk about that anymore. Changing the subject, I asked, "Who else is in the family? Tell me their likes and dislikes so I can prepare some gifts."
He replied, "That's not important right now. Look at this. It's from your mother."
I took the envelope and opened it. Inside was a gold bank card.
Mason explained, "She sold that house and left the money for you, in case of emergencies."
I clutched the card to my chest, tears flowing uncontrollably again. Even though she knew I was financially secure now, she still cared so deeply. How great a mother's love was.
Actually, I wasn't short of money now. After coming back, Mason gave me one million dollars as a revenge fund. I hadn't even spent $10,000 yet, and I'd already extorted hundreds of thousands from Oliver.
Now my mother sold her house and gave me the money—at least 700 thousand dollars.
In no time, I was practically a wealthy woman. It was much faster than slowly saving up bit by bit.
It was true that money often came from unexpected windfalls.
But I didn't want that money. Since childhood, my father had taught me that everybody needed money, but it had to come from the right path. Money earned through dirty ways could never last.
I said to him, "I'm going out tomorrow. Will be back soon."
"Take a bodyguard with you." Mason gave the order but didn't ask where I was going.
"Okay." I agreed.
The next morning, after Nadia insisted repeatedly, she finally bundled me up with clothes and a scarf before I left.
Outside, the temperature was a sweltering 86 degrees Fahrenheit. I wore long sleeves and pants, flat cloth shoes, and a scarf wrapped over most of my face, leaving only my nose and mouth exposed. A pair of oversized sunglasses covered my eyes.
I looked ridiculous, and I was going to get heatstroke for sure.
With a grimace, I asked Nadia, "Can I not wear the scarf?"
She replied with a serious face, "Madam, you haven't fully recovered yet. If you don't take care, there will be lasting effects."