A Billionaire In Disguise

Chapter 112

When the realization that Catherine might not be faking settled in, Mr. Barlow rushed out of the room.

A looked of worry cloud Richard's eyes as he watched the door shut closed behind his grandfather.

Then he swayed his attention to the coffee mug, sitting on the table.

A sense of relief coursed through Mr. Barlow when he caught up with Rome and Catherine at the

elevator.

"We should take her home, and I will call doctor Len to attend to her." Mr. Barlow said as the door

open.

Ignoring him, Rome walked into the elevator, and even though he was annoyed by Rome's attitude, Mr.

Barlow followed him inside.

After the door closed, Rome looked at him and said, "I'm taking my wife to the hospital."

"What's wrong with doctor Len?" Mr. Barlow asked, striving not to lose his temper.

"Nothing. But I don't trust my wife in the care of anyone close to you people!"

"What! We are her family!"

"Sure! But even strangers treat her better than you all do. I have been in that household for two years,

and you guys have not once treated her like she is one of your!"

Silence followed after his remark. Then Rome stared down at Catherine and said, "But that's a good

thing because she's nothing like any of you,"

"What nonsense are you spitting out now!" Mr. Barlow lashed out.

"She's the only one with a warm heart."

"And we don't?"

"Exactly."

A frown settled upon Mr. Barlow's face. But he kept silent, realizing that he couldn't come up with a

reply to Rome's statement.

A few minutes later, they got outside of the building, and as Rome was about to carry Catherine to her

vehicle, Mr. Barlow said, "Let's take my car. You are in no state to drive."

Just for a second, Rome hesitated. Then he walked over to the black limousine, and after the driver

had opened the door, he rested Catherine on the car seat before entering the vehicle.

Finally, after Mr. Barlow had gotten into the front seat, the driver took his place behind the steering

wheel and drove off.

It took a brief while for them to get to the nearest hospital, and fifteen minutes after they arrived,

Catherine was rushed into a medical room while Mr. Barlow and Rome waited patiently in the waiting

room.

Staring at the hands on the wall clock, Rome was slowly losing his grips on his emotions, and he was

becoming desperate for answers about his wife.

Even though it had been only ten minutes since Catherine was taking into the medical room, he felt

restless, and as that feeling grew, he stood from the bench and started pacing back and forth.

Seeing the stress in Rome's expression, Mr. Barlow hesitated for a moment and said, "You truly love

her."

Out of anger, Rome frowned and harshly stated, "Of course. What do you think!"

"That you only wanted to be with my granddaughter because of our family money."

"Your wealth is nothing to me."

"What is that supposed to mean!"

At that moment, the doctor approached them, disrupting their conversation.

"How's my wife?" Rome hastily inquired with worry in his eyes.

"Can we talk in my office?" The doctor gently asked.

"Yes,"

"Good, please come this way."

Without any hesitation, Mr. Barlow and Rome walked after the doctor, and a few minutes later, they

arrived at his office.

Closing the door behind him, Rome took a deep breath to calm himself. Then he turned to the doctor

and waited for him to take a seat behind his desk before asking, "Is my wife okay?"

"Yes, she's fine now. But I want to ask if… well if she is a drug user." The doctor said, staring at Rome

and Mr. Barlow.

"No!" Rome firmly uttered as anger spiked in his eyes.

Frowning, Mr. Barlow looked directly at the doctor and asked, "What are you saying?"

"Well, we found a trace of GHB in her blood, and from her reaction, she might have consumed a bit

much because a slightly higher dose makes you act like you are drunk and feel drowsy and dizzy, and

that's the symptoms she had." The doctor calmly explained.

Drunk with rage, Rome clutched his fists so tightly that he felt his nails in the skin of his palms.

It took a while for him to get a grip on his anger. After he got in control of his emotions again, Rome

looked at Mr. Barlow and asked, "Did Catherine drink or eat anything in the conference room?"

In annoyance, Mr. Barlow firmly uttered, "What?"

"Did she!"

"A coffee. That's what she drank!"

The force Rome spoke with and the authority in his tone had Mr. Barlow feeling inferior, and for some

reason, he couldn't snap out of it.

"Catherine didn't eat anything after breakfast and she left the house fine. So that means someone

mess with her coffee!" Rome mumbled, feeling a vortex of anger swelling in him.

"That is possible since GHB looks like water and it has no smell." The doctor explained, hoping to aid in

the situation.

Feeling confused, Mr. Barlow frowned and angrily uttered, "But who could do something like this?"

"That's for you to find out," Rome said, glaring at him.

Although he wanted so desperately to call Mr. Orlando and have him figure it out, he also wish for Mr.

Barlow to be the one to find out the truth on his own, so he could finally see things clearly for

Catherine's sake.

"Right, I will call Greg to send me the security cameras footage from the conference room, so I can get

an image of the lady who served us our drinks. Then we can get the police to question her." Mr. Barlow

said, pulling his phone from his pocket.

When he was on the phone with the head of security from the company, the doctor gazed at Rome and

asked, "Do you want to see your wife. She should be awake by now."

"Yes," Rome replied.

The doctor then picked up his phone and made a call.

A few minutes later, the door opened, and a nurse walked into the room. She was then ordered by the

doctor to take Rome and Mr. Barlow to see Catherine.

With a friendly smile on her face, the nurse look at both of them and said, "Please follow me."

Then she walked out of the room with Mr. Barlow and Rome following her.

When they got to the medical room, a smile curved on Catherine's lip when she and Rome locked

eyes.

At that moment, a feeling of relief washed over him as he sniffed to stopped himself from crying. But his

tears rebelled against him, and a few drops rolled from the corner of his eyes.

Then he walked over to the bed, sat beside Catherine, took her hands in his, and softly uttered, "Do

you still feel dizzy? Does anywhere on your body hurt?"

"Not really. I'm feeling like myself again." Catherine said, slowly rubbing her fingers against his.

After Mr. Barlow got off the phone with Greg, he gazed at Catherine and felt ashamed to stare her in

the eyes.

"I'm sorry. I have no excuse for the way that I acted in there." Mr. Barlow said with his focus on the

floor.

"It's fine, grandfather. " Catherine mumbled with a sad smile on her lips.

After a few minutes had gone by, Mr. Barlow's phone buzzed in his pocket. So he took it out and click

on the message he got.

In his message inbox, the was a video sent to him from Greg, and without any hesitation, he clicked on

it.

Even though he watched the part about the worker serving them drinks, he was curious about what

happened after he left the conference room, so he kept skipping through the video until he reached the

part when he walked out the door.

For a moment, Mr. Barlow stared blankly at the screen. Then a frown crossed his face, and anger This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

glowed in his eyes.