Falling For My Billionaire Savior - Chapter 91: Chapter 91

"You dropped it yourself. Don't blame me!" Joey shoved her tray aside, fists clenched. "Do you think I'm some pushover?"
"Enough." Delilah's voice cut through the tension. "This is Mason's wedding. No scenes."
"Elena, leave. You're done here." If this morning's incident had created distance, her little stunt just shattered my last shred of tolerance. Through the reflection in my wine glass, I had seen her deliberately drop that tray.
"Katherine, you rich girls are all the same," Elena spat, tears streaming. "Why pretend to be my friend?" She fled before I could respond.
I exhaled bitterly. I had treated her the same as always, only my face and name had changed. Yet she had betrayed me repeatedly.
Guests craned their necks, murmuring at the spectacle.
"Just girls squabbling. Please pay no mind." Delilah soothed, pulling Joey close to frame it as a bridesmaid feud.
Joey shot me a glare, but I felt no anger. Now I understood Mason's point. Though Joey was arrogant, she wouldn't backstab me.
With Elena gone, Delilah swiftly recruited Edward's daughter as a replacement.
Miraculously, the rest of the reception proceeded without disaster. As guests departed, I stood beside Helen, handing out parting gifts.
By the end, I felt like my body was about to fall apart. But the ordeal wasn't over. A final family dinner awaited.
No one invited Aria, leaving her to slink away, pitifully meek compared to Joey's spoiled boldness. I wanted to intervene, but silence held me back.
Edward had work to do, and Grace, along with her daughter, wasn't close to Martin's family either. So they all left together.
After seeing them off, we returned to our seats. Martin's face was thunderous. He was furious because I had skipped Helen's toast. But it wasn't my fault. Delilah had ordered it. He naturally wouldn't blame Delilah, so I became the target.
I sank into my seat, trying to make myself invisible, but some people wouldn't let me.
"Mason, Katherine, a toast to your happiness," Richard said, raising his glass with a smile that almost seemed genuine.
I knew better. Mason had warned me Richard was vying for power.
Sure enough, as I lifted my glass, Richard added, "Katherine, my mother has been looking forward to this day. Just yesterday, she mentioned how excited she was to finally receive your toast."
At his words, I immediately tensed up.
Martin's palm slammed onto the table. "Katherine, don't think marrying Mason means you can disrespect Helen. This family has rules."
"Sorry. I don't understand," I said, meeting his glare without flinching.
"Enough." Delilah's voice sliced through the tension. "I told her to skip Helen's toast. I tried to spare you the shame, but you're insisting on it?" Then, her gaze locked onto Helen. "Now, explain the blackout."
Helen, who had been smug moments ago, paled. "I... I don't know what you mean. It was the hotel's fault. Mase checked."
"Really?" Delilah's finger jabbed toward her. "The electrical box was locked, but someone broke in. You dare deny involvement?"
"No. I had no idea." Helen's tears spilled over, a picture of wrongful accusation.
Joey bristled and wanted to rise in protest, but Richard yanked her back down.
Martin intervened. "Mom, you're mistaken. Helen wouldn't do this."
Delilah snorted, "Shall I pull the surveillance footage? Or will she confess now?"
Suddenly, Helen collapsed in a dead faint.
The timing of that faint was too perfect. Though I suspected Helen was faking, I rushed over in feigned concern, patting her cheeks. "Helen, wake up!"
It was hard enough to rouse her if she was truly unconscious, or as payback if she wasn't. I wanted to dump water on her face, but held back.
"Stop, Katherine!" Joey screamed, pounding my back with her fists so fiercely I nearly lost my breath.
"Joey, stop. You—" Delilah said, but Helen's eyelids fluttered open before she could finish.
Helen looked at me and immediately shut her eyes again. "Darling..."
"I'm here," Martin said, unexpectedly not scolding me. "You scared me. Kate woke you."
"My chest hurts," Helen whispered weakly. "Ask Delilah if I can rest?"
Her face was ghostly pale, sweat beading her forehead. Even Delilah couldn't press the issue when Helen looked so weak. "Go. See a doctor."
With Helen and Martin gone, the dinner dissolved.
Delilah left with Richard for business, freeing Joey to scamper off.
Mason and I didn't go home. Delilah had booked us the presidential suite on the top floor of the hotel, saying it was so we could enjoy our private newlywed time together.
Delilah had surprisingly modern ideas, and we couldn't refuse such a kind gesture. After everyone had gone, Mason and I made our way to the top floor.
I swiped the key card and opened the door. The moment we entered, I face-planted onto the king-sized bed, my limbs refusing to move another inch.
"Hungry?" Mason asked gently.
Only then did I realize I hadn't eaten all day. My stomach growled loudly in response.