Mysterious Mrs. Pansy

“Which room is Patrick in? Take me to him,” Jane impatiently demanded.

She couldn’t wait a moment longer to see Patrick. She needed to know what had happened to him.

Jane quickly got out of bed, but as soon as her foot touched the ground, a piercing pain shot through her.

She almost collapsed from weakness, but fortunately, Nana, who was beside her, anticipated it and caught her. “Jane, take it easy. I’ll take you there.”

Jane nodded. At this moment, she couldn’t care less about herself.

Nana supported Jane, casting a sidelong glance at her. She continued, “When you were found, your feet were a bloody mess, and many pine needles were deeply embedded in your soles. Uncle Newton painstakingly removed them one by one and sutured the infected wounds. Otherwise, your feet would have been ruined.”

“Uncle Newton came too?” Jane was somewhat surprised.

Nana smiled faintly, “Yes, you and Patrick were seriously injured, and Uncle Newton was worried about you. If it weren’t for Uncle Newton, you wouldn’t have woken up so soon.”

Jane breathed a sigh of relief. If Uncle Newton was here, Patrick should be okay.

After all, Uncle Newton’s reputation as a miraculous healer wasn’t for nothing.

“Sit in this. I’ll take you.”

Nana pushed a wheelchair over to Jane, indicating for her to sit.

Jane furrowed her brows; she hadn’t expected her injuries to be so severe from her actions. Still, she gritted her teeth and endured the pain to walk for so long.

Sitting down, Jane let Nana push her towards Patrick’s room. One turn, and they were at the door of Patrick’s ward.

He was in the room next to hers.

Thinking of Patrick’s legs covered in blood and flesh, Jane’s mood grew heavy.

Could there be a problem with his legs?

However, with Uncle Newton here, any serious injury should be treatable.

“I’ll leave you here. He probably doesn’t want to see anyone except you. I won’t go in.”

Nana sighed, her eyes showing a hint of sympathy, as she opened the door for Jane.

Jane pressed the wheelchair’s buttons, entered the room, and then heard the door close behind her.

Walking through the corridor, Jane saw that the curtains in the room had all been drawn, creating a pitch-black space with only a faint light at the head of the bed.

Squinting, Jane only saw a figure sitting in a wheelchair, facing away from her.

“Patrick.” The moment Jane called his name, her voice trembled.

Various worried and nervous emotions intertwined in Jane’s heart.

Patrick, like her, was sitting in a wheelchair…

In other words, his legs were indeed severely injured.

When Jane saw his back move slightly, she immediately heard his cold voice, devoid of its usual vitality, full of despair. “Don’t come closer!”

Seeing Patrick like this, Jane’s heartstrings tightened. She pushed the wheelchair towards him.

Patrick immediately raised his hand to stop her, “Don’t come closer. I don’t want you to see me like this.”

But Jane didn’t care; she continued pushing the wheelchair closer to him.

In the dim, slightly yellow light, Jane saw the gloom on Patrick’s face.

“Patrick, what happened to you? What’s going on?” Jane’s gaze was fixed on him.

She saw his legs covered with a thin blanket, and Jane, feeling anxious, reached out to lift the blanket. “Let me see your legs. What happened?”

Patrick firmly grasped Jane’s hand, his handsome face clouded with gloom. “My legs… are crippled.”

What?

Crippled?

Patrick’s legs?

Recalling the scene beneath the cliff, where she saw Patrick’s legs covered in blood and flesh, Jane’s heart sank.

In fact, when she saw the wheelchair, she had a strong sense of unease. She hadn’t expected his legs to be truly disabled. All of this was because of her.

“Let me see,” Jane said, full of worry.

Patrick shook his head, his eyes filled with dimness. “No need. Dr. Newton has already seen it. He can’t cure it.”

Seeing Patrick like this, Jane didn’t insist anymore.

How could she add insult to his injury?

He was Patrick, the renowned figure in the business world, feared and respected by everyone, Mr. Pansy Patrick!

But now, he had become a disabled person with paralyzed legs, and his once vibrant spirit had disappeared.

Thinking of all this, Jane’s heart tightened, feeling intense pain for him.

If it weren’t for her, how could Patrick end up like this?

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Jane felt like she was cutting her heart with a knife, full of regret.

Why did she cancel the engagement with him?

Why didn’t she agree to Patrick earlier?

This man loved her with his life, and deep down, she loved him the same way.

Jane gently held his hand, gazing into Patrick’s clear and starry eyes. “I’m giving you a chance now, marry me.”

Her words finally brought a hint of vitality to Patrick’s lifeless expression. However, his dark, night-like pupils quickly dimmed again.

Patrick, in a despondent tone, pushed her hand away, his icy voice without any fluctuations. “No need. I don’t want to hold you back. I’m just a cripple now.”

His self-abandoning words made Jane feel a pang of heartache.

“Anyone who dares to call my man a cripple, I’ll turn them into one!”

Jane raised her eyebrows, outspoken and unrestrained. “Since I’ve decided on you, your legal wife on the marriage certificate must be none other than Jane!”

“Are you serious?”

Patrick looked at her, eyes hollow. “Now that I’m a double-leg disabled cripple, the Pansy family will lose its status. I’ll have nothing, and I can’t even make you a mother for the rest of my life…”

“Are you still the Patrick who strategizes in the business world, and everyone fears and calls Mr. Pansy? Just because of a little setback, you’re letting it hit you so hard?” Jane’s tone rose, unmistakably determined. “If you’re willing, we can go to the civil affairs bureau right now!”

Patrick’s long eyelashes quivered. He hadn’t expected Jane to make such a firm choice this time.

“But…”

Before he could say more, Jane endured the pain in her feet, stood up, and bent down to kiss his lips.

Her action was as domineering as Patrick used to be.

She rarely took the initiative to kiss him. Even though it was her initiative now, it was incredibly awkward. Patrick could clearly feel her lips trembling slightly.

She was nervous.

Jane felt it wasn’t enough. Learning from Patrick’s past actions, she pried open his lips, parted his teeth, and explored his mouth.

The familiar and stimulating taste of the woman in front of him made Patrick’s breath hitch.

She was truly playing with fire!