Falling For My Billionaire Savior - Chapter 74: Chapter 74

I had no idea about all that. Mason quietly cleaned up the messes behind me, erasing my tracks, making sure there were no loose ends. He made it possible for me to act recklessly.
As for that "coincidental" encounter with Richard outside Lane Villa? It wasn't random at all. He was tailing me.
The only reason he showed himself was because he saw me leaving. He was hoping I'd slip up and show even the tiniest crack so he could dig into it and take me down.
After hearing Mason lay out everything about the Knight family in such detail, I broke out in a cold sweat.
It turned out that from the moment I showed up at the company, I'd already stepped into the scope of their surveillance. No wonder Mason always warned me not to reveal my identity or tarnish my reputation.
One wrong step from me could have ruined the entire plan.
A deep wave of guilt rose up inside me. I said to him, "I'm sorry. I was being selfish before." I truly meant it—no sarcasm, no pride, just a sincere apology.
Mason gave a faint smile. "Save the apologies. Just take over the truth-finding from here, will you?"
"Mm-hmm." I nodded without hesitation.
At the time, I didn't catch the loophole in what he said. It wasn't until much later that I realized it.
That conversation lasted the entire afternoon. It only ended when Nadia showed up with dinner.
After dinner, I still wasn't allowed to walk around. But lying in bed all the time was unbearable. I wanted to visit Delilah. Delilah's story made me admire her even more.
Mason had a nurse bring over a wheelchair and personally pushed me to Delilah's room.
Delilah was already out of danger, but she refused to see Helen's fake concerned face. So when we arrived, the room was quiet, just the caregiver tidying up.
"Grandma, I came to visit you," I said sweetly.
"Sweetie, how could you be out and about with that injured foot? You absolutely mustn't put any weight on it," she said.
Her voice was warm, and she looked pretty fine, far from someone who'd just suffered heart issues. Gentle and composed, she reminded me of my own grandmother.
Delilah and I clicked instantly. Actually, that was my feeling. As for her, she just thought I was Katherine, and she never once brought up how the Gordon family had sold them an empty company for a sky-high price years ago.
Mason sat quietly to the side, listening to our conversation. After the caregiver left, he took over the role. Pouring water, peeling fruit—he moved about the room like a well-trained cat.
Delilah suddenly said, "Kate, if you two had gotten married five years ago, I'd probably have a great-grandchild in kindergarten by now. Mase is thirty already. Time to settle down. I want to see my great-grandchild before I leave the world."
Her words hit me in the chest. I nodded and replied, "We'll do whatever you say, Grandma. You have the final word."
She replied, "Good. I already checked the calendar. Three days from now would've been perfect, but your foot's still healing. How about we set it for three months from now? First the engagement, and the wedding comes a month after that."
I was so stunned that my jaw just wouldn't close. Was this the same sweet, kind, soft-spoken old lady from two minutes ago? She suddenly transformed in an instant into a sharp and decisive person.
Mason patted me on the shoulder, chuckling under his breath. "Take notes. You could spend your whole life trying to match Grandma's skills."
I nodded. He was damn right.
My days at the hospital were anything but lonely. Every evening, I had the caregiver wheel me to Delilah's room so we could chat.
I made sure to only go at night. Helen, always eager to show off her fake care, would visit Delilah during the day. So I chose the evening hours to avoid any head-on run-ins with Helen and Joey.
After all, I was in a wheelchair. If they decided to play dirty, I'd be a sitting duck.
I definitely couldn't give them any chance to push me around.