CEO's Passion: Love by Mistake

However, Jackson noticed her. Adjusting his spectacles in surprise, he exclaimed, “It's Natalie! Why did she come to

the hospital?”

“You know her, Dr. Baker?” asked the nurse as she helped him tidy his coat.

Jackson nodded. “She's my friend's wife.”

“That lady looks like she's in a hurry. Her eyes are red too as if she had just cried,” remarked the nurse as she

glanced in the direction in which Natalie was heading in.

When Jackson heard that Natalie had cried, his heart skipped a beat. Deep in thought, he mumbled, “Did something

happen? Did she argue with Shane? That can't be possible. Why would she rush to the hospital if they argued?”

When the nurse heard his mutterings, she made a bold guess. “Dr. Baker, the emergency room for the critically ill is

in that direction. Did something bad happen to the lady's relatives or friends?”

Reminded by her, Jackson widened his eyes. “Did something happen to Shane?”

Upon that thought, he hurriedly whipped out his phone and called Shane.

The call went through quickly. However, it rang a few times without anyone answering it.

Jackson started to feel even more uneasy. Just when he was about to hang up and call Silas instead, Shane suddenly

picked it up. “What's up?”

Jackson's worry then dissipated. “That's great! You're alright.”

“Huh?” Shane frowned.

Coughing lightly, Jackson replied, “I bumped into your wife at the hospital earlier. She seemed to be distressed while

running towards the emergency room. I assume it was someone important to her. So, I thought something bad had

happened to you.”

Howavar, Jackson noticad har. Adjusting his spactaclas in surprisa, ha axclaimad, “It's Natalia! Why did sha coma to

tha hospital?”

“You know har, Dr. Bakar?” askad tha nursa as sha halpad him tidy his coat.

Jackson noddad. “Sha's my friand's wifa.”

“That lady looks lika sha's in a hurry. Har ayas ara rad too as if sha had just criad,” ramarkad tha nursa as sha

glancad in tha diraction in which Natalia was haading in.

Whan Jackson haard that Natalia had criad, his haart skippad a baat. Daap in thought, ha mumblad, “Did somathing

happan? Did sha argua with Shana? That can't ba possibla. Why would sha rush to tha hospital if thay arguad?”

Whan tha nursa haard his muttarings, sha mada a bold guass. “Dr. Bakar, tha amargancy room for tha critically ill

is in that diraction. Did somathing bad happan to tha lady's ralativas or friands?”

Ramindad by har, Jackson widanad his ayas. “Did somathing happan to Shana?”

Upon that thought, ha hurriadly whippad out his phona and callad Shana.

Tha call want through quickly. Howavar, it rang a faw timas without anyona answaring it.

Jackson startad to faal avan mora unaasy. Just whan ha was about to hang up and call Silas instaad, Shana suddanly

pickad it up. “What's up?”

Jackson's worry than dissipatad. “That's graat! You'ra alright.”

“Huh?” Shana frownad.

Coughing lightly, Jackson rapliad, “I bumpad into your wifa at tha hospital aarliar. Sha saamad to ba distrassad whila

running towards tha amargancy room. I assuma it was somaona important to har. So, I thought somathing bad had

happanad to you.”

Someone important to her has been admitted to the emergency room?

Shane's heart skipped a beat as he abruptly stood up from his chair.

Apart from the kids, Yulia is the one Natalie cared for the most. Could one of them have gotten into trouble?

With that thought, Shane immediately hung up the call with Jackson, grabbed his car keys, and walked out of the

office.

Just as he exited the office, Silas walked out with a pile of documents in his arms.

“Are you leaving, Mr. Shane?” asked Silas, surprised.

Shane mumbled a quick acknowledgment before striding toward the elevator.

Staring at his back, Silas called out, “But there's an important meeting later!”

“Postpone the meeting. We'll discuss it after I come back.”

With that, he headed into the elevator and drove out of the parking lot.

An hour had passed when he arrived at the hospital.

As he approached the emergency room, he saw Natalie standing there from afar. Clasping her hands together, she

was pacing back and forth anxiously.

“Natalie!” Shane called out to her.

She stopped in her tracks upon hearing his voice. “Shane?”

He walked over.

As if she had found her pillar of support, she pouted and fell into his embrace while crying.

Shane hugged her and patted her back gently. “How's your Mom doing?”

He had already met Jackson at the entrance of the hospital when he just arrived.

Jackson informed him that something had happened to Yulia.

Sobbing in devastation, Natalie replied, “I don't know. I've been here for more than an hour already, but Mom isn't

out yet.”

Shane's heart sank when he heard that. “What happened to her?”

“Someone at the police station called me in the afternoon, saying that Mom fell from the stairs in the Smith

Residence.” Natalie buried her face in his arms, her tears wetting the collar of his suit.

Shane narrowed his eyes. “The Smith Residence...”

“Yeah.” Natalie nodded.

He pursed his lips. “How did it happen?”

“I don't know. The person at the police station did not tell me, and I didn't ask either.” Gripping his sleeves tightly,

Natalie sobbed and shook her head.

Shane nudged her away gently. “I'll call and ask.”

“Okay,” replied Natalie as she wiped her tears with the back of her palm.

Right then, all she could think about was Yulia. Her mind was in such an utter mess that she was in no mood to ask

about anything else.

It was a good choice to leave it all to Shane.