After marrying my boss (Anna)
Chapter 379

Chapter 379

Despite feeling concerned, I could not help heaving a sigh of relief. Since Michael spoke so bluntly,Mom will probably understand how I feel now.

Seemingly sensing my disquiet, Michael held my hand and shot me a reassuring glance.

Mom really did not call me for the next few days. It left me wondering whether the matter would blowover just like that. Meanwhile, it was as if Steven had vanished into thin air.

Although many things still felt up in the air, I could not deny that those few days were much morepeaceful. I contemplated calling to ask how Steven and Yvette were doing but later dismissed the idea.In truth, I thought it would be a good thing if they broke up.

It was not because I was against Steven having a family of his own, but because I hoped he could replacesomeone who truly loved him. It was clear to me that Yvette was not that person.

I had hoped we could put everything that had happened behind us, but as it turned out, it would not bethat easy. Since I was pregnant and needed to get some moderate exercise, I went out on walks everyday.

That day, the housekeeper had something to attend to back home. Hence, I gave her the day off.

I was out taking a walk at a park close by the mansion when my phone rang. It was Josephine. Hercalls were usually a sign of bad news, so I was genuinely a little reluctant to answer my phone.

If it were not for the fact that she was Michael's mother, I would have rejected her call. Nonetheless, Ianswered it in the end.

“Hello, Mom.”

I no longer hoped to have a good relationship with Josephine. As long as she did not deliberately try tocause me trouble, that was enough for me.

“Where are you? Why is nobody at home? You have such a big house, yet you don't have the means tohire a housekeeper?” Josephine asked in an accusatory tone.

I frowned when I heard that. Don't tell me she's at the mansion!

“Mom, are you at the mansion?” I enquired, puzzled.

“What's the matter? It sounds as if I'm not welcome here. Anna Garcia, you'd do well to remember thatthe mansion you live in belongs to the Shaw family!”

I merely wanted to confirm that she was at the mansion, but it's like she's purposely twisting themeaning of my words. I felt vexed, but I did my best to suppress my emotions.

“Mom, I didn't mean that. I was-”

Naturally, I tried to explain myself. But before I could finish my sentence, Josephine interrupted meimpatiently.

“Get back here right now!”

Her tone was commanding, and it irked me. However, she hung up immediately without giving me thechance to say anything.

My brows furrowed as I listened to the dial tone. That attitude of hers really drives me up the wall! I'mMichael's wife now, not one of the Shaw family's helpers. But she always uses that tone when shespeaks to me. How irritating! And there's nothing I can do about it. The moment I display any sign ofresistance, she'll surely kick up a fuss and blow the incident out of proportion. I'm not afraid of fallingout with her. It's just that I don't want the Shaw family to become like mine.

I turned to leave the park and hurried back to the mansion at once. Even so, it took me more thantwenty minutes to get home.

I walked into the living room, expecting Josephine to be sitting on the couch like she usually did andglaring at me frostily.

But I was wrong. Josephine was not sitting there. My gaze traveled over the couch until it fell uponsomething next to it. There was someone sprawled on the floor, lying in a pool of blood. It wasJosephine!

“Mom! Are you okay? What happened?”

I could see she was still bleeding from her forehead, and I started panicking because I had neverencountered such a situation.

She glared at me and opened her mouth, but no words came out. Finally, her eyes closed.

“Mom! Don't scare me! What's going on?”

I shook Josephine's shoulder, but she gave no response.

The bloodstains on my hands finally jolted to my senses, and I realized that I should be calling for anambulance.

I took out my phone and made the call. After that, I sat next to Josephine blankly, dazed and pale.

In all honesty, I was terrified at replaceing Josephine in that state. I could not help fearing for her life.Whatever it is, she's still Michael's mother! What if something happens to her?

At that moment, I inadvertently noticed that Josephine seemed to be gripping something in her hand. Ipried it out and saw that it was a black button. It looks familiar. I must've seen it somewhere before.Could this button's owner have something to do with what happened to her?

With that thought in mind, I slipped the button into my bag. Just then, the ambulance arrived. I got in aswell, then called Michael to tell him Josephine had gotten into an accident and that we were on the wayto the hospital.

I stood outside the hospital's operating theater, staring at the lit-up sign that indicated the operatingtheater was in use. I was fraught with anxiety, worried about what would happen to Josephine. She gothurt while at the mansion. If she doesn't make it, I'll never be able to explain what happened, no matterhow hard I try.

Suddenly, there was the sound of hurried footsteps. I turned to look toward the elevator and sawMichael, Lincoln, and Andy rushing over.

“Anna, how's Mom?”

Michael was the first to reach me, and I could see the panic in his eyes. I had never seen him like thatbefore.

The Michael I knew was always steady and mature. Nothing could ever ruffle his calm demeanor.However, with his mother in the operating theater and her fate unknown, he was as alarmed as anyoneelse.

“I don't know either. Before the doctor wheeled her in, he said it doesn't look too good and asked us toprepare for the worst.”

As I spoke, I gazed at Michael, my face as pale as a sheet. I could not imagine how he would take it ifthe worst did happen.

“How can this be? What on earth happened? Why did she end up like this?” Michael respondedagitatedly, raising his voice as he stared into my eyes, searching for an answer.

Seeing the worry etched across his face, I opened my mouth. However, I did not know what to saybecause I had no clue what had happened either.

“I don't know...”

I wish I could shed some light on what happened, but what can I say? By the time I got back to themansion, she was already lying in a pool of blood!

Michael frowned and glanced at me when he heard my reply, but he did not press further. Instead, hehurried to the operating theater's doors and stood there, his distress evident.