Feel the Way You Feel, My Love
Chapter 577

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?

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.