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.
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