Mysterious Mrs. Pansy

“What?” Patrick’s heart jolted as he listened to Melissa’s words. He lowered his head to look at the bed.

Old Pansy’s chest was heaving violently, and a dark red liquid was conspicuous on the white sheets.

“Grandpa, how are you?” Patrick’s eyes were filled with anxiety and tension.

Why did this happen?

Just now, Jane said the acupuncture went smoothly. How did Grandpa suddenly start coughing up blood?

“Jane, what did you do to Grandpa!” Melissa pointed at Jane, loudly accusing her. “Grandpa was fine just now, and after your acupuncture, he started coughing up blood! Are you trying to harm Grandpa?!”

Jane lowered her gaze to Old Pansy lying on the bed and said, “Let me take a look.”

“You’re not qualified to touch Grandpa again!” Melissa blocked Jane, shouting, “Jane, you must have ill intentions. You made Grandpa sick, fearing that he would blame you when he woke up, so you wanted to kill him!”

“You’re talking nonsense!” Jane furrowed her brows slightly. “Old Pansy was fine. Are you cursing him?”

“Melissa is not talking nonsense!” Beatrice also joined in, pointing at Jane. “When we entered the ward, Dad was fine. Now, after your acupuncture, he’s coughing up blood. Isn’t that your doing?!”

Jane was somewhat speechless. Could these two be any more unreasonable?

“Stop arguing!” Patrick suddenly stood up, his sharp gaze sweeping over Beatrice and Melissa. “Can you let Grandpa rest a bit!”

With that said, he looked at Jane, his gaze softening a bit. “Jane, come and take a look. What’s going on?”

Jane’s heart stirred slightly.

At this moment, Patrick still wanted her to examine Old Pansy. He still trusted her.

Jane walked forward, bent down, and took Old Pansy’s pulse.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

“How is it?” Patrick’s tone carried a hint of nervousness.

Jane smiled faintly. “He’s fine. This is a sign of improvement for Old Pansy.”

She examined Old Pansy’s pulse, and there was nothing unusual. Moreover, as Uncle Newton had mentioned, coughing up blood might occur after acupuncture, indicating detoxification and recovery.

Now, Old Pansy’s condition should be just like that.

“How is that possible!” Beatrice raised her voice. “Clearly, you made my dad cough up blood. Now you’re casually saying he’s fine. Can you take responsibility if something happens to him?”

“Beatrice, please don’t assume the worst of people. If you don’t believe it, you can ask Dr. Pater to come and check,” Jane coldly replied.

Beatrice instructed Mr. Maurice, “Hurry up and get Dr. Pater here!”

Soon, Dr. Pater followed Mr. Maurice into the room.

“Dr. Pater, you arrived just in time,” Melissa spoke first. “Jane made Grandpa cough up blood. Please check on him quickly.”

“Coughing up blood?” Dr. Pater adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and looked at Patrick with a questioning gaze.

Patrick nodded. “Please check on Grandpa.”

After all, Old Pansy did cough up blood just now. Having one more doctor confirm it would bring more peace of mind.

Seeing Patrick speak up, Dr. Pater approached and carefully examined Old Pansy.

His expression gradually shifted from solemn to relaxed.

After a comprehensive examination, Dr. Pater stood up, respectfully addressing Patrick, “Mr. Pansy, Old Pansy’s condition has improved since this morning when I examined him. I believe it’s the result of Miss North’s acupuncture just now.”

The tension in Patrick’s heart eased.

Grandpa’s condition had improved, just as Jane had said…

“Dr. Pater, how is that possible?” Melissa exclaimed. “Grandpa was fine a moment ago. After Jane’s acupuncture, his condition should be worse…”

“What? You don’t want Grandpa’s condition to improve?” Patrick’s lips curved into a cold arc, impatiently interrupting Melissa and casting a cold gaze at her.

“Cousin, that’s not what I meant. It’s just…” Melissa bit her lip, feeling extremely unwilling.

Clearly, Jane was nothing special. How could she really heal Old Pansy?

Now, Patrick looked at Jane with even more respect.

Jane, this country girl, what makes her so special!

“All right, now that it’s proven that my acupuncture is effective and Old Pansy is fine, can I leave?” Jane glanced casually at Melissa and Beatrice, packed her things, and walked out of the ward.

Patrick took a step with his long legs. “Jane, I’ll escort you.”

“No need.” Jane shook her head, refusing.

She checked the time; it was almost five in the afternoon. She still had to rush to Osborn’s birthday party.

“Where are you going?” Patrick insisted on escorting Jane.

Jane furrowed her brows, about to refuse again when her phone rang. It was Osborn calling.

Under Patrick’s icy gaze, Jane answered the call, “Osborn, do you need me for something?”

“Jane, remember what you promised me tonight…” Osborn’s magnetic voice came through the phone.

Jane nodded, “I remember. Today is your birthday. Don’t worry; I’ll come to your house right away.”

“I’m waiting for you at the hospital entrance,” Osborn said.

Jane was puzzled, “How do you know I’m at the hospital?”

Osborn’s laughter came through the phone, “Didn’t you mention that you’re doing acupuncture for Old Pansy?”

Jane sighed, “Fine… I’ll be right there.”

She had just casually mentioned it to Osborn, not expecting him to remember so clearly.

Jane hung up the phone and noticed Patrick next to her, his thin lips tightly pursed, his face extremely unpleasant.

“Patrick, I made plans with Osborn. I’ll leave now.” Jane ignored the man’s icy aura and walked into the elevator.

She pressed the button for the first floor, and the elevator doors slowly closed.

Just as the doors were about to close, a well-defined hand reached in, stopping the elevator.

Then, Patrick stepped in.

Jane was somewhat surprised. Why was Patrick following her?

Now, there were only the two of them in the elevator.

Patrick’s deep gaze fell on Jane’s face, but she turned away, not looking at him.

The atmosphere became slightly awkward.

Seeing the woman in front of him avoiding him, Patrick’s handsome face darkened. His thin lips slightly lifted. “Jane, what exactly is your relationship with Osborn?”

Jane took a step back, speaking coldly, “It’s definitely not what you’re imagining.”

“What kind of relationship is it?” Patrick approached step by step, questioning in a deep voice.

Jane took another step back, but found herself already backed into a corner, nowhere to retreat.