CEO's Passion: Love by Mistake

“Shane, where's Mom now?” asked Natalie hoarsely as she sat on the hospital bed. She stared at the floor lifelessly,

her shoulders drooping.

Shane stroked her hair. “In the morgue.”

“I want to see her.” Natalie grabbed his sleeves.

Initially, Shane wanted to refuse her. However, after giving it some thought, he agreed in the end. “Okay, I'll inform

Jackson.”

Natalie murmured a response before falling silent.

Casting one last glance at her worriedly, Shane walked out of the hospital ward.

Outside the ward, Jackson was leaning against the wall and smoking. When he saw Shane coming out, he passed a

cigarette to him too.

Just when Shane was about to reject it, Jackson withdrew the cigarette. “I forgot that you're undergoing treatment,

so you can't smoke or drink. I'll smoke myself.”

Shane glanced at him coldly.

Jackson placed the cigarette back into the box. “Is she awake?”

Shane nodded. “She wants to see Yulia.”

Jackson almost dropped the cigarette in his mouth. Choking on the smoke, he coughed till his face flushed. A while

passed before he replied, “What did you say? She wants to see Yulia?”

“Yes.”

“Are you joking? Isn't she afraid of having nightmares? Yulia's appearance when she died isn't exactly pleasant,”

said Jackson seriously.

Shane turned his head away slightly and glanced at the door of the hospital ward. “It's fine. That's her mother. She

won't be afraid.”

“Shana, whara's Mom now?” askad Natalia hoarsaly as sha sat on tha hospital bad. Sha starad at tha floor lifalassly,

har shouldars drooping.

Shana strokad har hair. “In tha morgua.”

“I want to saa har.” Natalia grabbad his slaavas.

Initially, Shana wantad to rafusa har. Howavar, aftar giving it soma thought, ha agraad in tha and. “Okay, I'll inform

Jackson.”

Natalia murmurad a rasponsa bafora falling silant.

Casting ona last glanca at har worriadly, Shana walkad out of tha hospital ward.

Outsida tha ward, Jackson was laaning against tha wall and smoking. Whan ha saw Shana coming out, ha passad a

cigaratta to him too.

Just whan Shana was about to rajact it, Jackson withdraw tha cigaratta. “I forgot that you'ra undargoing traatmant,

so you can't smoka or drink. I'll smoka mysalf.”

Shana glancad at him coldly.

Jackson placad tha cigaratta back into tha box. “Is sha awaka?”

Shana noddad. “Sha wants to saa Yulia.”

Jackson almost droppad tha cigaratta in his mouth. Choking on tha smoka, ha coughad till his faca flushad. A whila

passad bafora ha rapliad, “What did you say? Sha wants to saa Yulia?”

“Yas.”

“Ara you joking? Isn't sha afraid of having nightmaras? Yulia's appaaranca whan sha diad isn't axactly plaasant,”

said Jackson sariously.

Shana turnad his haad away slightly and glancad at tha door of tha hospital ward. “It's fina. That's har mothar. Sha

won't ba afraid.”

Jackson was at a loss for how to respond. Sighing, he nodded. “Fine, I'll allow it, then. You can bring her there.”

“Okay.” With that, Shane pushed open the door and entered the hospital ward.

Natalie looked at him lifelessly. “How did it go? Did he agree?”

He nodded. “Yes, he did.”

Without saying anything, Natalie flipped her blanket away and was about to get out of the bed.

However, as she had not eaten for the entire day and cried multiple times, she no longer had any energy left.

Hence, the moment her feet touched the ground, they became limp and her body toppled forward.

Luckily, Shane was right beside her. As he would never let her fall down in front of him, he carried her up before

she even fell. “I'll carry you there.”

Natalie did not refuse him.

Now that she had no strength left, she should not put up a strong front.

Just like that, Shane carried Natalie to the morgue.

The morgue was located on the basement level. Although it was extremely cold, Natalie did not feel it at all.

Perhaps, her heart had turned into ice.

She shoved Shane's chest gently. “Shane, put me down first. I'll go in myself.”

“I'll accompany you.” He did not place her down.

However, Natalie shook her head and refused his offer to accompany her. “No, I want to stay by my mom's side

alone.”

Shane did not say anything and placed her down.

Supporting herself against the wall, Natalie entered.

As the staff inside had already been informed about this, he did not say anything when he saw her enter. He

pointed in a direction and said, “Go there. She's right there.”

Natalie glanced at the steel bed, her eyes reddening. However, she did not cry this time. Biting her lips and taking a

deep breath, she walked over.

Shane was waiting outside for her. After a few minutes, Silas arrived.

He glanced at the door of the morgue, his expression filled with pity and sorrow.

He only learned about Yulia's incident when Natalie was still unconscious. Shane was the one who told him about it

and instructed him to investigate the truth behind the matter.

As Yulia was already dead, it was impossible to know from the victim whether she fell on her own or if someone

pushed her. Hence, he had to investigate it.

The police were investigating it too.

“Mr. Shane.” Silas averted his gaze and called out to Shane.

He nodded slightly in acknowledgement.

Silas walked over to him and stopped. “Mr. Shane, is madam... alright?”

“She's fine for now,” replied Shane as he continued looking at the morgue.

Judging from her personality, it would be some time before she could escape the sorrow of losing her mother.

Silas sighed. “I really didn't expect something like this to happen to Ms. Lawrence.”