Mysterious Mrs. Pansy

Osborn’s birthday was approaching so soon?

Jane tilted her head, realizing that it was indeed the case. She couldn’t help but feel a bit of a headache. Every year on Osborn’s birthday, he would confess his feelings to her. Despite Jane’s subtle rejections and clear communication, Osborn persisted.

“Jane?” Seeing silence on the other end of the line, Osborn nervously inquired, “Jane, what’s wrong? Are you still there?”

“I’m listening. I’ll attend,” Jane said nonchalantly.

“At that time, I’ll share some good news with you.” Thinking about seeing Jane in a couple of days, Osborn’s lips involuntarily curled up slightly, softening his expression.

“Alright, see you then.” After ending the call, Jane rubbed her temples, wondering what Osborn meant by the “good news.” As long as it wasn’t another confession, she was fine with it.

With both hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, Jane drove all the way to the airport. She parked the car and accompanied Nana to the airport.

“Jane, actually, I feel like Patrick still cares a lot about you,” Nana said, walking alongside Jane towards the boarding gate, unable to resist commenting.

Jane smiled faintly but didn’t confirm or deny it.

“Really,” Nana continued, “You don’t know how nervous Patrick was when I told him you were missing in the avalanche. He desperately searched the mountains for you. If it weren’t for him, the consequences could have been unthinkable.”

“He saved me, and I’m grateful,” Jane spoke somewhat dully.

However, was Patrick so anxious to find her because he cared for her? Or was it because of Old Pansy’s condition? After all, only she could find Uncle Newton, and only Uncle Newton could cure Old Pansy.

“Jane, don’t deceive yourself. I can see that you still love Patrick. Otherwise, you wouldn’t care so much about Candy,” Nana sighed lightly. “Speaking of Candy makes your expression quite complex.”

Undeniably, Jane still had feelings for Patrick. But…

Patrick already had Candy.

Candice, who constantly flaunted her relationship with Patrick in front of Jane.

To say it didn’t hurt would be false.

Unless she could prove that Candice wasn’t Candy.

Then, everything would be resolved.

Lost in her thoughts, Jane was a bit absent-minded. She glanced at Nana, intending to say something when suddenly, with a thud, she bumped into something hard.

A pain shot through her forehead. Jane raised her eyes and realized she had accidentally collided with a man.

The man, who looked to be in his early thirties, wore sunglasses, a smoky gray suit, and had a tall and sturdy figure. His wheat-colored skin made him appear even more robust. He pushed his luggage towards the exit, seemingly just off a plane.

“Sorry,” Jane apologized repeatedly. “Sir, I accidentally bumped into you. Are you okay?”

Taking off his sunglasses, the man’s deep and sharp gaze landed on Jane’s face. After a few seconds, he calmly uttered two words, “No problem.”

Finishing his words, he cast another deep look at Jane before turning and leaving with his luggage.

Jane breathed a sigh of relief. What was wrong with her? She was even bumping into people while walking.

“Jane, do you know him?” Nana asked beside her.

Jane shook her head, “Don’t know.”

“Why does it feel like that guy was giving you a strange look?” Nana turned to look at the man’s receding figure, feeling that something about him was odd.

Jane shrugged, “Who knows? Forget about him.”

Nana nodded and continued the previous conversation, “Jane, Patrick is truly a rare good man. You mustn’t give up.”

“When did I say I was giving up?” Jane reached up to adjust the fringe on her forehead, her eyes turning colder.

In her heart, there was a bit of contradiction. From her perspective, Patrick had found Candy, and he had always loved Candy. Her proud self-esteem prevented her from bowing down, competing with Candice for anything.

But at the same time, she couldn’t simply give up on this relationship. So, for now, all she could do was investigate Candice thoroughly and make Patrick see Candice’s true colors.

“That’s the spirit. This is the Jane I know.” Nana gestured a thumbs-up. “It’s about time. I need to board.”

“Safe travels.” Jane waved at Nana.

Nana turned back, “Hope to hear good news from you soon.”

Watching Nana board the plane, Jane reluctantly left the airport. Having a good friend like Nana was fortunate.

Driving from the airport to the city, Jane noticed a Maserati suddenly swerve off the highway with a loud crash against the roadside barrier.

An accident!

Jane’s expression froze; she quickly hit the brakes, got out, and rushed to check.

She forcefully opened the Maserati’s door and found a man leaning over the steering wheel, vaguely familiar.

“Sir, are you okay?” Jane patted the man’s shoulder.

But the man showed no response.

Jane pulled him out; when she saw his face, she was slightly stunned. It was the same man she accidentally bumped into at the airport. What a coincidence…

Jane looked around; there was no one else nearby. The man had a large bump on his forehead, blood still visible. He needed immediate medical attention.

Helping the man onto her car, Jane grabbed a first aid kit from the trunk, stopped the bleeding on his forehead, and provided basic treatment. She then sped towards the hospital.

At the hospital, after a detailed examination, the doctor said, “He suffered a head impact, but there’s no major issue. We’ll keep him under observation; he should wake up soon.”

After a pause, the doctor glanced at Jane, “Are you a family member?”

“I don’t know him.” Jane smiled, “And I don’t know how to contact his family.”

“Oh…” The doctor pushed his glasses, looking somewhat puzzled.

Jane spoke, “I’ve already reported to the police. They should be in touch with his family.”

She had checked; the man had nothing on him that could identify him. It seemed they had to wait for him to wake up or for the police to find his relatives.

“That’s good.” The doctor nodded, then walked out of the ward.

Checking the time, Jane saw it was already early morning. Since the man seemed fine and the situation was in control, she didn’t need to stay.

As Jane turned to leave the ward, a cold, stern voice echoed from behind, “Stop! Who are you?”This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.