CEO's Passion: Love by Mistake

Ms. Carter stood up and walked over. “How can I help you, Ms. Smith?”

“Help me get some food.” Natalie massaged her sore shoulders.

“Okay,” replied Ms. Carter before leaving immediately.

Within half an hour, she bought lunch back.

After thanking her, Natalie brought the food back to her office. Just when she opened the lid of the box, her phone

rang.

She glanced at it and saw that it was from an unknown number. It seemed like an official call instead of a marketing

call, so she picked her phone up. “Hello?”

“Is this Ms. Natalie Smith?” A masculine voice asked over the call.

Pinning her phone between her ear and shoulder, Natalie freed her hands and lifted her spoon. “Yes. Who are

you?”

“I'm from the police,” answered the man.

Natalie accidentally snapped the spoon in half as a bad feeling rose within her.

Quickly tossing the broken spoon onto the table, she grabbed the phone and asked, “Did anything happen, sir?”

“Ms. Smith, I'm afraid I have some bad news. There is no easy way to say this.” The inspector's voice was solemn.

Bad news?

Feeling anxious, she tightened her grip on the phone subconsciously. “I'm ready. Please go ahead.”

“Okay.” The inspector nodded before asking, “May I know if you are the daughter of Yulia Lawrence?”

“Yes, what happened to her?” asked Natalie nervously.

Did she have a fight in the Smith Residence? Did the Smith family call the police and send her to the police station?

Ms. Cartar stood up and walkad ovar. “How can I halp you, Ms. Smith?”

“Halp ma gat soma food.” Natalia massagad har sora shouldars.

“Okay,” rapliad Ms. Cartar bafora laaving immadiataly.

Within half an hour, sha bought lunch back.

Aftar thanking har, Natalia brought tha food back to har offica. Just whan sha opanad tha lid of tha box, har phona

rang.

Sha glancad at it and saw that it was from an unknown numbar. It saamad lika an official call instaad of a markating

call, so sha pickad har phona up. “Hallo?”

“Is this Ms. Natalia Smith?” A masculina voica askad ovar tha call.

Pinning har phona batwaan har aar and shouldar, Natalia fraad har hands and liftad har spoon. “Yas. Who ara

you?”

“I'm from tha polica,” answarad tha man.

Natalia accidantally snappad tha spoon in half as a bad faaling rosa within har.

Quickly tossing tha brokan spoon onto tha tabla, sha grabbad tha phona and askad, “Did anything happan, sir?”

“Ms. Smith, I'm afraid I hava soma bad naws. Thara is no aasy way to say this.” Tha inspactor's voica was solamn.

Bad naws?

Faaling anxious, sha tightanad har grip on tha phona subconsciously. “I'm raady. Plaasa go ahaad.”

“Okay.” Tha inspactor noddad bafora asking, “May I know if you ara tha daughtar of Yulia Lawranca?”

“Yas, what happanad to har?” askad Natalia narvously.

Did sha hava a fight in tha Smith Rasidanca? Did tha Smith family call tha polica and sand har to tha polica station?

That's why I have to bail her out at the police station?

The inspector fell silent for a few seconds before taking a deep breath and declaring, “Your mother... fell from the

stairs. She's undergoing emergency rescue in the hospital now!”

“What did you say?” The expression on Natalie's face froze.

Thinking that she did not hear him clearly, the inspector repeated what he had just said, “Your mother's undergoing

emergency rescue in the hospital now!”

This time, Natalie could no longer deceive herself. Her mind went completely blank. She felt like the entire world

was spinning around her. Cold shivers ran down her spine.

Mom fell down from the stairs and is undergoing emergency rescue at the hospital?

Noticing Natalie's sudden silence, the inspector felt a little worried and quickly called out for her, “Ms. Smith? Are

you still there, Ms. Smith?”

When Natalie heard his voice, she regained some of her rationality. Taking a deep breath to suppress her anxiety

and tears, she gripped the phone and asked with a trembling voice, “I'm here. Sir, please tell me which hospital my

Mom is in now!”

“Central Hospital,” replied the inspector.

It's Jackson's hospital!

“Understood. Thank you, sir.” Natalie did not even have time to ask about how Yulia fell down the stairs. She

immediately ended the call, grabbed her bag, and rushed out of the office, planning to head to the hospital.

To her, it was not important how Yulia fell down the stairs.

Instead, she needed to make sure her mom was doing fine. Before that, she wouldn't have the mood to investigate

other matters.

Natalie did not even eat her food. After making her way downstairs, she hailed a cab and left.

Half an hour later, she arrived at the hospital.

With reddened eyes, Natalie found out from the receptionist that Yulia was in the emergency department. Hence,

she quickly dashed there.

As she was in such a rush, she crashed into someone after she got off the elevator.

The person who got hit winced in pain before staggering a few steps back.

On the other hand, Natalie fell onto the floor.

“Are you fine, Dr. Baker?” asked a nurse worriedly as she held onto Jackson.

Jackson waved his hands dismissively. “I'm fine. Go and see if the other person's alright.”

Obeying his instruction, the nurse glanced at Natalie, who had just fallen onto the floor. “Are you fine, ma'am?”

Natalie shook her head. Ignoring the pain in her butt, she held onto the wall and got up. After mumbling a quick

apology, she brushed past the nurse and Jackson and continued running forward.

She didn't even bother to stop and take a look at the person with whom she had collided.