Mysterious Mrs. Pansy

Sitting in the car, Jane felt increasingly uneasy. She thought that Patrick should know about this matter, so she called him.

They agreed on a time and met at his company. The company was thriving, and the overall layout was impressive. Since their two companies merged into one, it had become even more remarkable.

Jane entered the company building, and the receptionist greeted her warmly.

“Ms. North, Ms. North.”

Jane nodded in response and went upstairs to find the CEO’s office door tightly locked.

She had planned to wait outside the door for a while, but unexpectedly, the secretary came from behind and opened the door as soon as she saw Jane. “The CEO instructed me that if you came, you could go in directly.”

Jane walked in and saw Patrick sitting at his desk, frowning as he looked at the documents in his hand.

The secretary closed the door behind her.

Jane sat opposite him, feeling hesitant.

“What’s wrong? Did something happen?” Jane had been busy with other matters these past few days and hadn’t even returned to the company. Patrick’s concerned words warmed her.

“I suspect that your mother might have dealings with the mafia. She invited me to meet today and drugged my coffee. I’ve had someone investigate, and these drugs are extremely rare and precious. I have no idea where she obtained them from.” Jane briefly explained the situation to Patrick.

Patrick slammed his hand on the desk. “This is insane.”

It was similar to the results of his own investigation.

“I’ve already found out that all the connections are related to the mafia, but I can’t figure out who is helping behind the scenes.”

Given Beatrice’s abilities, it was impossible for her to easily find connections in the mafia, gain their trust, and acquire such precious drugs.

There must be many people assisting her, but it was impossible to determine who and how many were involved.

“What are your plans now? We don’t have enough evidence to prove that Mike’s situation is related to your mother.”

They couldn’t just sit idly by; they had to take the initiative.

Patrick scrolled through his phone and found Beatrice’s number, dialing it immediately. Before understanding what the other person said, he arranged to meet her downstairs in the company.

“Let’s go meet her together.”

So, the two of them went to the café downstairs in the company. Patrick had already cleared the area, leaving only the two of them in an unusually quiet environment.

After a while, Beatrice appeared. Compared to her appearance the day before, she looked simpler today, perhaps to gain more sympathy from Patrick.

The three of them sat face-to-face, and there was a hint of awkwardness in the air.

Patrick placed the information he had gathered on the table and questioned, “Why did you do this? What benefits do you gain from all of this? You’ve turned our lives upside down, changed everyone’s situation, and even refused to spare Mike.”Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Patrick had personally raised Mike and seemed to have little memory of his mother’s existence. So, whenever someone bullied Mike, he would take the initiative to intervene.

Beatrice looked confused as she picked up the documents and looked at the photos. She quickly shook her head. “That’s impossible. I haven’t allowed anyone to bully Mike, and I would never harm him.”

Upon hearing this, Jane immediately added, “So, are you saying that you targeted me yesterday?”

Beatrice’s face turned pale. “What are you talking about? Don’t spew baseless accusations in front of me. How dare you bring it up?”

“I’ve investigated the whole matter. You were the one who let those people disturb Mike’s peace, which led to him being hospitalized. And it was you who shifted all the blame onto Jane, even hiring trolls to severely injure her and spread malicious rumors about her.”

Patrick listed all these crimes, and Jane was completely unaware.

She had never heard any of this news despite his extensive investigations.

Jane looked at him in astonishment. “Where did you find out about all this? How come I know nothing about it?”

Beatrice also chimed in, asking, “If you already know, why bother coming here to ask me?”

Patrick sighed heavily. “I thought I came here today to ask you why you did all this. Isn’t what you have from our family enough? Why did you target us specifically?”

This was something Patrick couldn’t understand.

She was his biological mother, and they were supposed to be a family. Why would she target him and, moreover, harm the people closest to him? What was going on?

Beatrice knew that she couldn’t hide everything any longer and didn’t want to offer too many explanations.

“Everything I did was for my own mission.”

Her casual explanation meant nothing to both of them.

“Are you planning to brush everything off with just a few words?” Patrick pressed further.

Beatrice glanced thoughtfully at Patrick and placed a test report on the table. “Actually, you are not my biological son. Who my biological son is, I probably don’t even know myself.”

When she said that, it shocked Jane even more, and she looked at the two of them with disbelief.

Even Patrick was taken aback. “What did you say?”

“I’m saying you are not my biological son. My biological son died from the moment he was born. You were adopted by me, but this decision faced opposition from Mike. However, how my biological son died, only Mike knows better than anyone else.”

Patrick stared at Beatrice in even greater shock. The woman he had called his mother for so many years turned out not to be his biological mother. Everything that should have been his had turned out to be fake.

He couldn’t believe any of it, and the test report had already confirmed the result.

It showed that he and Beatrice had no blood relation.

“Don’t think that you can make me believe your words by forging a test report. I won’t pretend that none of this happened,” Jane said skeptically, thinking that it was all a lie from Beatrice.

Beatrice snorted lightly and reiterated, “I have nothing to deceive anyone, and I have nothing to gain by deceiving you. Everything on that report is true, and you can get it tested by any institution.”

Seeing Beatrice’s sincere expression, Patrick had no choice but to believe. He lowered his head, silent, his eyes fixed on the test report.

In the end, his gaze landed on those few words: “No blood relation.”