The Billionaire Who Saved Me - Chapter 33: Chapter 33

Given the kind of relationship Mason and I had, the child really had no place in the world.
I placed a hand gently on my stomach. It was still flat, but I could already feel something there—a faint stirring of life deep inside me. He would carry on my bloodline. He would bear my last name.
At that moment, something inside me sparked. Mason might not want him, but I did. I'd made my decision. I was going to keep this child, and I would raise him on my own.
But no matter what I wanted, Mason had to be told. He was such a smart man—there was no way I could keep something like this a secret.
I had better confess everything to him. When it came to dealing with people like Mason, honesty was always better than clever tricks. Any attempt at deception would only backfire.
I surely couldn't focus on work after something like this happened. I picked up the phone and called Mason. "I need to take a few days off. Could you send Xander over?"
"Why?" His tone was cool.
I stammered, "Because... well... something unexpected happened. I don't think I'm in the right condition to work anymore."
I stumbled over the words, my excuse vague. But my tone left no room for negotiation. Even over the phone, I could feel he wasn't pleased.
"Don't beat about the bush. What happened," he snapped.
I took a deep breath and blurted it out, "I'm pregnant. I've decided to keep the baby."
"Excuse me? Say that again," Mason said. His voice was calm—way too calm, which only made it scarier. I could tell he was enraged.
He always seemed composed, but in reality, he was domineering to the core. Every time I did something that went against his will, he would get angry. Besides, this was no small matter.
Anyway, it was not like I could run from it now. One way or another, I had to face his wrath. Strangely, the thought made me feel a little braver.
I said, "I didn't do it on purpose. I honestly thought I couldn't have children, so I didn't take the pill last time."
"I'll be home soon. Wait for me," he said and hung up.
After that, I paced back and forth in the room, unable to sit still. It felt like waiting for a verdict, like I was the defendant and Mason the executioner.
Soon, I heard the door open downstairs, followed by Mason's voice. "Where's Katherine?"
"In her room, sir," Nadia answered.
My heart clenched upon hearing that tone. His tone was icier than ever. I knew he was really angry this time.
What should I do?
My heart was pounding violently. Sure, I sounded firm and resolved on the phone, but that didn't mean I wasn't terrified.
The door burst open with a loud bang, and Mason stormed in. Without a word, he grabbed my jaw and effortlessly lifted me off the floor, pinning me against the wall.
He said through gritted teeth, "If you ever have a bit of sense, don't test my patience. Come with me to the hospital now. Otherwise, I'll shove the pill down your throat myself."
His eyes were icy, filled with a chilling threat that made me shiver.
I was really scared, but somehow, I found the strength to speak, "I won't kill him. He's my angel."
He sneered, "That angel will send you straight to God."
"Then kill me. I'd rather die with my baby than live without him," I replied firmly.
"I closed my eyes, bracing myself for whatever came next.
""I won't blame you. I've already written a will. It's on the nightstand. Even if you send me to God, you won't get in trouble for it."""
I waited for his hands to tighten around my throat and waited for everything to end. But in the end, nothing happened.
I opened my eyes slowly and stared blankly at him. Mason was still holding me the same way, his hand on my jaw, my body pinned against the wall. But the fury in his eyes had faded.
Now, he just stared at me with his calculating eyes, like he was trying to figure out if I was faking all this.
After what felt like an eternity, he finally let go. Without his support, I slid down the wall and crumpled to the floor, my limbs trembling. It was only then that I realized I was soaked in cold sweat.
Mason picked up the note I'd left on the nightstand and unfolded it. He began to read aloud. "My name is Katherine. I suffer from severe depression. I no longer want to live. I decided to take my own life."
Beneath that was the date, followed by my signature in bold strokes.
When he finished, he calmly pulled a lighter from his pocket and lit the edge of the paper. Flames leapt up and devoured the thin paper, burning it away in seconds. But to me, that fire gave me hope.
Mason burned my will. Did that mean he wanted me to live? And if I lived, then so would my baby.
I had only just learned of the baby's existence, but my heart was already overflowing with maternal love.
The future was uncertain, but I saw a sliver of light, and I wasn't about to let it slip through my fingers.
My legs were still too weak to stand, but at least I could speak now.
I promised, "I swear I won't use the baby to trap you. If you want, I can even write a formal agreement. I'll raise him myself. It won't interfere with the contract or stop you from getting married later on."
Mason raised his eyebrows. "Oh? Is that how you see it?"
I nodded, thinking he had compromised. Emboldened, I added, "I mean, the pregnancy even fits with the terms of the contract, doesn't it? Maybe it actually helps move things along."
He looked at me with a kind of amused disdain. "If you're so determined to keep the child, why tell me at all? Wouldn't it be easier to keep it quiet until everyone found out? That way, I'll have no choice but to accept it."
His tone suggested he was questioning my intelligence.
I shook my head. "I didn't think of that. But it's actually a great idea. I only told you because I know I can't possibly keep it hidden."
Mason's expression finally softened a little. "Writing a will? What are you thinking?"
That perked me up. I explained, "I figured you'd be furious. And when people are furious, they can do extreme things.
"You've saved my life twice, but if you lost control and killed me, I'd still owe you one. So I wrote that will to make it clear that my death wouldn't be your fault. I want to return the favor and break even between us."
I laid it all out logically, thinking my reasoning was airtight. But Mason looked like he was in physical pain—his face twisted as if he had a stomachache.
It took a moment for him to recover. When he finally spoke, his voice no longer carried the cold edge from earlier. "You think you can just take my child and raise it like it has nothing to do with me? That's not going to happen."
"I could just say it's someone else's..." Before I finished it, I immediately shut up. That argument didn't even sound convincing.
He shot me another look, full of disdain. "Idiot."
Then, he added with a heavy sigh, "Forget it. If you want to keep it, do as you please. I suppose it gives you a reason to officially stay."
My heart leapt—but before I could even react, he threw in another condition. "But don't delay your work. Get your checkup this afternoon. You're going back to the office tomorrow."
"Got it. I'll definitely be there tomorrow," I promised.
Mason gave me one last glance before walking out the door. As soon as he was gone, I jumped around the room in pure glee. Almost immediately, I stopped my movement, remembering I was pregnant now.
After all that commotion, it was afternoon.
After lunch, it was time for the prenatal exam. When I opened the door, I saw one of the bodyguards already waiting by the car. "Good afternoon, ma'am. Mr. Knight asked me to take you to the hospital."
I didn't turn him down. Once we were on the road, I sat in the back seat fussing nonstop. "Slow down. Watch out for other cars."
"No sharp turns, okay? I get dizzy."
"Oh, why aren't we there yet?"
The poor driver looked like he didn't know how to drive. By the time we arrived safely at the hospital, his forehead was beaded with sweat. He said, "Ma'am, we've arrived. You may exit the car."