Mysterious Mrs. Pansy

Jane sat by Patrick’s side, calmly contemplating for five minutes before coming up with a plan.

Though they were in a forest on the outskirts of the city, fierce wild animals were unlikely to be present. Additionally, Jane had substantial knowledge of wilderness survival. Leaving this place alone shouldn’t be difficult.

However, with Patrick unconscious, abandoning him was out of the question.

If she had to go, she needed to craft a makeshift raft.

The ground here was moist enough, making it slippery and providing plenty of vines to use.

Jane, with her strong initiative, gathered numerous fallen branches around them. These branches were roughly the thickness of an adult’s arm and long enough. She bound them together with vines, creating a structure that could bear Patrick’s weight.

While binding the raft, she discovered the vines were surprisingly resilient, explaining how they supported their combined weight.

This discovery eased Jane’s worries.

However, she was concerned that if the vines could save her and Patrick, the crazy woman, Freda, might be unharmed as well.

At the thought of Freda, Jane’s eyes grew colder.

As long as Freda lived, Jane wouldn’t spare her when they got out of here!

Jane collected herself, focusing on tying the raft.

Although the branches were just the right thickness, their lengths varied. Jane needed to trim them, and the only tool available was a blunt stone. Unfortunately, the stone was dull, and Jane ended up injuring her fingers while grinding it against the branches and rocks.

With sweat forming on her forehead, Jane persevered with determination.

Patrick had risked his life for her. Why couldn’t she do the same?

After spending roughly an hour, all ten of Jane’s fingers were bleeding from being worn down, but the raft was finally ready.

With all her strength, Jane laboriously placed Patrick on the raft. She then secured him in place with vines.

This way, when Jane dragged the raft, Patrick wouldn’t roll off due to the movement.

After completing everything, Jane found a spot where she could barely see the sky. Considering the time, there were about three to four hours until it got dark. Fortunately, the sky displayed some evening glow, helping Jane determine the direction.

Calculating, Jane figured that, with luck, she might be able to lead Patrick out of the forest by nightfall.

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Jane halted her inner thoughts, tying one end of the vine around her waist. She then walked toward the direction she had set.

Yet, Jane underestimated the combined weight of the raft and Patrick-easily over a hundred pounds. It was challenging to pull.

But Jane bit down on her lip, even drawing blood, her mouth filling with the taste of iron. She stubbornly persisted.

Almost using sheer willpower, Jane moved step by step.

At some point, Jane couldn’t see what was in front of her, and the sky had already turned completely dark.

Were they doomed to die in such a place?

No, that couldn’t be!

She couldn’t let Patrick die!

Jane found herself increasingly powerless, her vision blurred, extreme thirst tormenting her, and the desire for water becoming unbearable.

She gritted her teeth to endure it.

Clang-

She tripped over a stone beneath her, her entire body tumbling to the ground.

Jane fell to the ground, her gaze fixed on the unconscious and pallid Patrick lying on the raft. A despair, unprecedented, spread through every cell of her body.

Jane gently licked her chapped and pale lips, struggling to get up.

She told herself she had to persevere!

Wobbling to her feet, Jane dragged the raft, moving forward with great difficulty.

Every step was a struggle.

Jane felt exhausted, so tired…

In a daze, Jane seemed to hear someone calling her and Patrick’s names.

Was this her illusion?

Was there someone coming to rescue her and Patrick at a time like this?

Jane’s vision darkened, losing consciousness…

Hospital.

Drip, drip, drip-

The sound of the heart monitor gradually entered Jane’s ears as she slowly regained consciousness and woke up.

Opening her eyes, she saw Nana’s face full of concern. “Jane, you finally woke up. I was so worried about you!”

“I didn’t die?” Jane stared, hesitating.

“What death? Don’t talk about such ominous things!” Nana hurriedly covered Jane’s mouth.

“And Patrick?” Jane looked around, then asked.

“He’s already awake.” Nana’s eyes flickered slightly. “Do you know, when I saw you and Patrick falling off the cliff, my heart almost stopped from fright!”

Recalling the scene, Nana still felt lingering fear.

“Sorry, Jane, it’s my fault.” Nana spoke with some self-blame.

If she hadn’t been kidnapped by Freda, used to threaten Jane, Jane and Patrick wouldn’t have fallen off the cliff.

Jane shook her head. “No, it’s my fault. Freda’s target was me. If not for me, Freda wouldn’t have kidnapped you so recklessly.”

“Freda is truly a lunatic!” Nana sighed. “Luckily, both of you were entangled in vines down there, preventing you from falling to your deaths. You managed to save yourselves and walked a bit before encountering the rescue team.”

So that’s how it happened.

She really was fortunate.

Recalling the events, Jane also felt a sense of dread.

“I’ve never seen a man love a woman like that, willing to sacrifice everything, even his life. Jane, Patrick is truly an amazing man. He can give everything for you, including his life.”

Jane lowered her eyes, silently listening to Nana’s words.

She had long decided that since she survived this time, she would accept Patrick’s pursuit and return to his side.

From the first moment she opened her eyes beneath the mountain cliff, she had recognized and determined her inner feelings.

“Where is he?”

Nana knew she was referring to Patrick, hesitated for a moment, and then said, “He…”

Seeing Nana’s reluctance to speak, Jane anxiously pressed, “He… what happened to him?”

Jane looked at Nana’s expression, suddenly feeling a sense of foreboding.

Could something have happened to Patrick?

No, it shouldn’t be. Nana just said he had already woken up.

Nana’s eyes flickered for a moment, then she said, “He’s alive, but his condition isn’t great. I can’t explain it well. You should go see him yourself. He woke up earlier than you and is alone in the ward. No one is allowed to disturb him.”

Upon hearing this, Jane’s heart skipped a beat.

What happened to Patrick? Did something go wrong?