The Billionaire Who Saved Me - Chapter 18: Chapter 18

In the end, my mom was just too powerless. Even after they dragged her behind those iron bars, she was still shouting my name at the top of her lungs.
"Let her go. Everything she said is true," I screamed, trying to stop them, but no one listened to me.
I reached out, trying to pull my mom out from behind the iron bars, only to be shocked when my hand passed right through her body. She didn't even seem to notice I was here.
What was going on? I was clearly alive, so why couldn't they see me or hear my voice?
All of a sudden, a hole opened up beneath me, and I felt a powerful suction trying to drag me in. I screamed and shot up, realizing it had all been a dream.
I got up and frantically splashed cold water on my face. Before my face was even dry, I was already heading toward Mason's office. I pushed the door open and saw Mason buried in a pile of paperwork, still working.
Without even looking up, he said, "We're heading to the hospital in a bit to visit a patient on behalf of the company."
"Who?" I asked.
"The old lady Oliver pushed over yesterday," Mason replied.
"Seriously?" I was surprised and thrilled.
"If you don't want to go, I can send someone else," he remarked.
"No, I want to go. I definitely want to go," I agreed immediately.
Mason finally looked up at me. "Remember who you are."
"Yes, I know." I nodded.
After that, I took the initiative to pour him some coffee and stayed close, clearly trying to please him. This time, Mason didn't scold me or say I was overdoing it. He just accepted it without saying a word.
When he finished reviewing all the files on his desk, he stood up and stretched. "Let's go."
Mason and I arrived at the hospital with a gift basket the driver had prepared. We walked into my mom's hospital room.
The moment I saw her, the weight in my chest finally lifted. She looked great—resting half-sitting on the bed, chatting with George. She seemed genuinely happy.
When we walked in, my mom lit up with a smile. "Speak of the devil. Come, have a seat. I was just telling your... my son that good people always get what they deserve."
The worry and sadness on her face were gone. She looked graceful again, just like she used to. Her hair was still completely white, but her complexion was much better than when I saw her yesterday.
George had just learned that we were the ones who brought my mom to the hospital yesterday. He expressed his gratitude repeatedly.
I wanted to tell him it wasn't necessary, but I didn't want to raise suspicion, so I just accepted it in silence.
I then sat by my mom's bedside. She grabbed my hand and refused to let go, saying, "This young lady is beautiful, way prettier than my daughter. And so capable. Much better than her."
Her eyes were full of warmth and affection. The way she looked at me didn't feel like she was looking at a stranger.
I started to wonder if my mom had recognized me. If she had, that would actually be perfect. I wouldn't have to keep worrying anymore.
I didn't dare respond to what my mom said about her daughter, afraid that I might slip up and give myself away.
I said in a neutral, professional tone, "Does your head still hurt? Please rest assured. The company will deal with Mr. Cooke seriously. If you decide to press charges, that's between you and Mr. Cooke. The company won't interfere.
"And please, never go see him alone. If Mr. Cooke had the nerve to push you in front of a crowd, who knows what he'd do without witnesses?"
As soon as I said that, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Mason's mouth twitched. Maybe I was being a little too blunt?
My mom nodded again and again, then turned to George. "Go get two cups of juice. Don't treat our guests poorly. They saved me."
"Got it," George said and left the room.
The moment the door closed, my mom's hand trembled as she gently touched my cheek. "What a beautiful girl. You're so pretty."
As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes and spilled onto my hand, warm and real. My throat tightened. I fought hard to keep my own tears from falling.
My mom continued, "Sometimes one has to learn the hard way. As long as they're still alive, there's nothing they can't get through."
If I had even a shred of doubt before, now I was a hundred percent sure—my mom had figured out who I was. I just didn't know whether she'd guessed it on her own or if Mason had told her.
But either way, seeing her safe and sound lifted a weight off my shoulders. I had nothing left to worry about.
Before George could come back with the juice, I pulled Mason with me and said goodbye. As long as my mom and I both knew we were both safe, there was no need to linger.
The moment I stepped out of the hospital, I felt light like a huge stone had been lifted from my chest. Everything looked good. The sky was blue, the clouds were white, even the patients and their families walking past looked cheerful to me.
But my joy didn't last long before someone showed up to ruin it. A cab pulled up not far from where we were. Amelia was helping Jennifer out of the car.
Talk about bad timing. I hadn't even had the chance to pick a fight and they'd already shown up in front of me.
Jennifer was holding her belly with both hands, her face pale and twisted in pain.
Meanwhile, Amelia looked frantic, but that didn't stop her from nagging as they walked.
She complained, "Young people these days are so fragile. You got a little upset and already started bleeding? When I was pregnant with Olly, I was still working like normal right up until labor."
The moment Amelia saw me standing there, she instantly switched gears. "Oh, Ms. Gordon, what brings you to the hospital? Are you not feeling well?" She dropped Jennifer and rushed over to greet me, all eager and full of flattery.
Oliver and his mother were equally disgusting. Still, even though this old hag was annoying, I knew who my real target was. I was only going after Oliver.
I shot Amelia a cold glance and was about to leave with Mason when Jennifer suddenly cried out and dropped to the ground, saying, "Ms. Gordon, I know I upset you, but you didn't have to push me. M-my belly really hurts."
Was Jennifer seriously trying to frame me? And so blatantly, too? This was ridiculous. We weren't even that close, come on.
Then Amelia dropped to the ground too, wailing and sobbing like her life depended on it, "Oh no. What do we do now? Ordinary people like us can't do anything but get pushed around by the rich."
Soon enough, a crowd started to gather around us, more and more people stopping to watch.
I got it now. At lunch, Oliver had said he'd try to pull together the money. Jennifer must've found out and got worked up over it, which brought on the cramps. When she came to the hospital, she just happened to run into me.
Maybe they were hoping to frame me, thinking if they made a scene, they wouldn't have to pay for the medical bills or the clothes, and we'd be even?
Honestly, that would've been a pretty clever trick—too bad they pulled it on the wrong person.
"I'm giving you fifteen minutes. Wrap it up clean," Mason said as he turned and got back in the car.
The bodyguard walked over and whispered in my ear, "Mr. Knight said to let you know this area has security cameras."
I gave the bodyguard a quick instruction. He nodded and walked off. I stayed right where I was, ready to enjoy the little show Jennifer and Amelia were putting on.