Falling For My Billionaire Savior - Chapter 63: Chapter 63
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"Thanks, boss." I took the card with both hands, flashing him a smile.
I secretly felt smug. I was absolutely right—he definitely wouldn't let me wear bargain-bin clothes.
"This is a supplementary card; you can spend money, but you can't donate money in it," he said as he headed upstairs.
I stuck out my tongue at his back. I grabbed the card tightly while thinking about my shopping spree tomorrow. Tomorrow would be the weekend—I could go shopping with Elena together.
We'd buy clothes and swipe his card. Just thinking about it made me happy.
Early the next morning, I dressed up and had breakfast. After that, I set off. Elena was already waiting when I arrived at the mall.
"Kate, I'm here." Elena greeted me happily but then frowned with curiosity. "Aren't you hot wearing so many layers?"
"I had a cold. I'm avoiding the wind," I gave a vague explanation.
She didn't ask further, and we walked hand in hand into the mall.
By noon, both of us were carrying armfuls of shopping bags, and we returned home fully loaded.
We had planned to have lunch together, but I received a call from Mason right after shopping. He told me to rush to Grandwell Medical Center immediately, saying there was something urgent he needed to discuss.
He sounded anxious, so I said goodbye to Elena and drove to the hospital as fast as I could.
Not far from the entrance, I saw Mason standing anxiously by the gate, looking towards me.
Before the car even fully stopped, he pulled me out and said seriously, "My grandmother wants to see you. Behave yourself. And remember, if there's anything you don't know or can't answer well, just say you don't remember."
I had never seen him like this before. Though I didn't understand what was going on, I dared not ask. I simply nodded and followed Mason to a private ward.
At the door, still wondering why we were here, I saw Richard—the same man I'd seen last time outside my parents's villa.
"Hey, Kate." He greeted me.
His voice made everyone inside turn to look at me, most with looks of shock.
"Is it really Kate? Come in. Let me have a good look," Mason's grandmother, Delilah, said and waved to me.
Mason had already told me on the way over that his family knew Katherine was back and that she'd even worked a month at the company. After hearing this, Delilah insisted on seeing me. But since she was very busy, the meeting was delayed.
Today, Delilah had some heart discomfort and came for a checkup. To show they took it seriously, the whole family came along with her.
While waiting for the results, the conversation turned to me. Delilah asked Mason to call me over so we could all meet properly.
Walking inside, I saw an elderly woman with grey hair sitting on the hospital bed. Though advanced in age, she looked quite robust. I knew this was Mason's grandmother.
"Grandma, it's me," I said as I sat beside her. Mason held my hand gently.
Delilah kept repeating, "I'm so glad you're back. I'm really glad."
"Humph, what's to be glad about that?" A harsh voice interrupted—it was a young girl about eighteen years old.
"Shut up. Can you speak properly?" came a middle-aged woman's voice.
The young girl didn't back down and retorted, "Honestly, it's just a minor illness. She could have taken medicine at home, but she insisted on visiting the hospital, and now everyone has to follow..."
"Get out!" shouted the middle-aged woman. She gave a sharp slap on the girl's face.
Though the years had left marks on the middle-aged woman's face, she took good care of herself and still looked dignified and elegant.
"Mom, why did you slap me? I'm never going to talk to you again," complained the young girl.
The young girl's cheek was bright red from the slap. Stomping her foot in anger, she ran off crying.
"Told you not to spoil her. Look at her," a man said, glaring angrily at the middle-aged woman.
I secretly felt smug. I was absolutely right—he definitely wouldn't let me wear bargain-bin clothes.
"This is a supplementary card; you can spend money, but you can't donate money in it," he said as he headed upstairs.
I stuck out my tongue at his back. I grabbed the card tightly while thinking about my shopping spree tomorrow. Tomorrow would be the weekend—I could go shopping with Elena together.
We'd buy clothes and swipe his card. Just thinking about it made me happy.
Early the next morning, I dressed up and had breakfast. After that, I set off. Elena was already waiting when I arrived at the mall.
"Kate, I'm here." Elena greeted me happily but then frowned with curiosity. "Aren't you hot wearing so many layers?"
"I had a cold. I'm avoiding the wind," I gave a vague explanation.
She didn't ask further, and we walked hand in hand into the mall.
By noon, both of us were carrying armfuls of shopping bags, and we returned home fully loaded.
We had planned to have lunch together, but I received a call from Mason right after shopping. He told me to rush to Grandwell Medical Center immediately, saying there was something urgent he needed to discuss.
He sounded anxious, so I said goodbye to Elena and drove to the hospital as fast as I could.
Not far from the entrance, I saw Mason standing anxiously by the gate, looking towards me.
Before the car even fully stopped, he pulled me out and said seriously, "My grandmother wants to see you. Behave yourself. And remember, if there's anything you don't know or can't answer well, just say you don't remember."
I had never seen him like this before. Though I didn't understand what was going on, I dared not ask. I simply nodded and followed Mason to a private ward.
At the door, still wondering why we were here, I saw Richard—the same man I'd seen last time outside my parents's villa.
"Hey, Kate." He greeted me.
His voice made everyone inside turn to look at me, most with looks of shock.
"Is it really Kate? Come in. Let me have a good look," Mason's grandmother, Delilah, said and waved to me.
Mason had already told me on the way over that his family knew Katherine was back and that she'd even worked a month at the company. After hearing this, Delilah insisted on seeing me. But since she was very busy, the meeting was delayed.
Today, Delilah had some heart discomfort and came for a checkup. To show they took it seriously, the whole family came along with her.
While waiting for the results, the conversation turned to me. Delilah asked Mason to call me over so we could all meet properly.
Walking inside, I saw an elderly woman with grey hair sitting on the hospital bed. Though advanced in age, she looked quite robust. I knew this was Mason's grandmother.
"Grandma, it's me," I said as I sat beside her. Mason held my hand gently.
Delilah kept repeating, "I'm so glad you're back. I'm really glad."
"Humph, what's to be glad about that?" A harsh voice interrupted—it was a young girl about eighteen years old.
"Shut up. Can you speak properly?" came a middle-aged woman's voice.
The young girl didn't back down and retorted, "Honestly, it's just a minor illness. She could have taken medicine at home, but she insisted on visiting the hospital, and now everyone has to follow..."
"Get out!" shouted the middle-aged woman. She gave a sharp slap on the girl's face.
Though the years had left marks on the middle-aged woman's face, she took good care of herself and still looked dignified and elegant.
"Mom, why did you slap me? I'm never going to talk to you again," complained the young girl.
The young girl's cheek was bright red from the slap. Stomping her foot in anger, she ran off crying.
"Told you not to spoil her. Look at her," a man said, glaring angrily at the middle-aged woman.
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