Falling For My Billionaire Savior - Chapter 64: Chapter 64

I was stunned inwardly. Who was that girl? She was way too rude. She looked like Delilah's granddaughter. Joking around with me was one thing, but she even dared to speak like that to her own grandmother. I thought a family like them would value etiquette.
Delilah spoke up, "Enough, don't scold her anymore. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. If you don't want to be here, you can leave. I never asked anyone to wait on me."
Just a moment ago, Delilah seemed gentle, but now that she showed authority, there was a chilling command in her tone that could make anyone fear.
The middle-aged woman tried to explain, "Delilah, Joey didn't mean it that way."
"Forget it. Just leave me alone. I'm afraid I'd be sick from all this drama," Delilah said impatiently.
Then turning back to me, her expression softened. "Kate, you should head back too. I will stay here for a month. Come visit me when you're free, alright?"
"I will. I'll definitely come to see you again," I promised with a smile.
As Mason and I left the ward and stepped into the hallway, the middle-aged woman seemed like she wanted to say something to me. But before she could, Mason gently took my hand and said, "Mom, Kate and I will leave now."
"Goodbye, Mrs. Knight," I said politely.
"Oh, what's the rush? I just want to chat with Kate. It's not like I'm going to steal her from you," she complained.
Mason acted like he didn't hear that, and with that, I followed him without replying.
Once we turned a corner and were out of sight, I pulled my hand out of his grip. I asked, "Why are you so cold? That was really rude, you know."
"There's no need to be polite with them," he replied flatly. "You did great today already."
I was stunned. "I did great? But I didn't do anything."
He said, "We'll talk at home."
He reminded me—this wasn't a good place to talk. Hospitals weren't meant for conversation like this.
Back at home, we came to the study, and I asked what had been on my mind, "Seems like your grandmother doesn't like your stepmother very much?"
He didn't answer directly, instead steering the conversation elsewhere. "Listen, here's what we'll say: I found you out of town. Back then, you were swept far away by the river and rescued by a rural couple.
"You lost your memory, so you couldn't recall anything from before. Then I finally found you, courted you all over again, and eventually, you were moved by my persistence and agreed to be my girlfriend again."
"Are you sure that'll work?" I was skeptical. "Isn't that a little too simple?"
He asked, "Do you have a better idea?"
"Nope," I admitted without hesitation.
"Then go with what I said."
"Well."
I had been preparing for this meeting with Mason's family for days. I even practiced what to say, how to answer questions they might ask—I had mentally rehearsed everything more than once.
I imagined all kinds of scenarios for my first time meeting his family, but I never expected it would happen at the hospital.
"Who is the girl your stepmother slapped?" I asked, curious. She was so brash and out of place, and I couldn't forget her even if I wanted to.
"She's my half-sister. Just ignore her," Mason replied.
I nodded. "Got it."
He went on to introduce that the middle-aged man was his father. The middle-aged woman was his stepmother. And the quiet one who hadn't said much at all was his older half-sister.
There were too many names and faces, and I couldn't remember them all.
Seeing how confused I looked, Mason told me not to stress about it. If I forgot anything, I could always blame it on memory loss. Only then did I realize how cleverly Mason had planned everything.
"Sir, Madam, dinner is ready," came Nadia's voice after some knocks. Only then did I realize I was starving.
Walking into the dining room, I saw the table was full of delicious food, and it made my hunger even worse.
I grabbed two pieces of bread to line my stomach, then added a bowl of soup, and helped myself to nearly half the dishes on the table before finally putting down my fork, fully satisfied.