Mysterious Mrs. Pansy

The next day.

Jane woke up feeling groggy, rubbing her eyes.

Nana was sitting by her bedside.

“Jane, you’re awake?” Nana asked with concern. “How are you feeling?”

“Much better.” Jane felt warmth in her heart in response to Nana’s care.

“Oh, Uncle Newton asked me to give this to you.” Nana handed Jane a medicine bottle, detailing Rory’s instructions.

Taking the medicine from Nana, Jane asked, “Uncle Newton left?”

“Yes, he asked you to take good care of yourself,” Nana replied.

Jane nodded, “Nana, could you please bring my laptop over here?”

“Your injuries haven’t fully healed; let’s pause work for now.” Nana thought Jane was about to dive back into work mode and immediately frowned in disapproval.

Although Nana came to discuss the design competition with Jane, she didn’t want to burden Jane while she was still recovering.

Jane smiled, “I’m not working. Patrick and I are getting engaged, and I want to personally design our engagement outfits.”

Nana was momentarily stunned. Was this what Jane discussed with Patrick last night?

“Have you decided for sure?” Nana was still a bit concerned, fearing Jane might have agreed because Patrick saved her, out of a sense of gratitude.

Jane shook her head, a hint of irony in her smile, “Queena? The virtuous and innocent white lotus? As long as Patrick knows who is more important, that’s all that matters. Besides, she won’t be hopping around for much longer.”

Anthony had uncovered more information about Queena, and Jane was now certain that Candy was fake. However, Jane’s intuition told her that behind Queena, there must be a significant conspiracy. So, she wasn’t in a hurry to expose Queena. When she acted, she wanted to uproot the problem.

“Now that you’ve decided, I feel relieved,” Nana nodded.

She could see that Patrick’s feelings for Jane were genuine. A man willing to sacrifice his life for Jane was using his life to demonstrate how much he loved her. Such a man was indeed worth entrusting a lifetime to.

However, his legs… it was a pity.

“Nana, rest assured. I’ve thought it through. I love Patrick,” Jane said firmly.

“Alright,” Nana had long seen that Jane had feelings for Patrick, and now that Jane could face her own feelings, Nana was happy for her.

“I’ll go prepare for you. Anything else you need, just let me know, and I’ll get it for you.”

Jane thought for a moment, “Get me some fabrics too. The best ones. I can’t walk well, so you pick them for me.”

“Sure,” Nana agreed readily and left.

Watching Nana leave, Jane wheeled herself to see Patrick.

She knocked on Patrick’s door, and his cold voice soon came from inside, “Come in!”

Jane entered, pushing her wheelchair, and saw Patrick sitting on the bed. On the small table were various medicines and bandages.

“What are you doing?” Jane looked at him with confusion, approaching the bedside.

“Changing the bandages,” Patrick replied casually, not showing any concern on his face.

“I’ll go get a nurse to help you,” Jane said, not thinking much, and prepared to find a nurse.

The next moment, he grabbed her with his long arms, “Don’t go. Mr. Maurice will come to help me after he’s done with his work.”

“Why wait for Mr. Maurice? Can’t a nurse do it?” Jane wondered.

Patrick raised an eyebrow, “Do you want another woman to see and touch my body?”

Jane was speechless; his words sounded peculiar. Though she knew the nurse would treat patients with a pure heart, Patrick’s words made it seem weird.

She really didn’t want to see that.

“Then I’ll help you,” Jane said after a moment of thought.

“But what about your foot?” Patrick looked at her feet with his dark eyes.

“It’s okay, just a foot injury, not a disability…” Jane thought of something and quickly changed the topic. “I didn’t mean that, don’t misunderstand.”

“It’s okay,” Patrick responded casually.

Jane looked at Patrick; although he said it was okay, there was a hint of injury in his eyes, making her feel even more distressed.

Getting off the wheelchair, she grabbed Patrick’s hand, saying earnestly, “Don’t worry, Patrick, I, Jane, will never look down on you! Besides, I’m sure your leg can be healed!”

“I believe you.” Patrick gazed at her with his eyes as dark as lacquer, filled with tenderness.

“Where is the wound?” Jane met his deep gaze and asked.

When they fell off the cliff, she only saw the external fractures on his legs, and nothing else.

“On my back,” Patrick turned around, his long fingers unbuttoning the buttons on his chest, taking off his shirt, revealing his strong and well-defined back.

His back…

Jane’s breath caught, and despite being a medical practitioner trained by Rory, she was seeing such a horrifying wound for the first time.

Almost every part of his back had some form of injury, pockmarked with seeping blood and pus, as if it had been intensely impacted.

The image flashed in Jane’s mind of when they fell off the cliff. He had timely grabbed her, pulled her into his arms, shielding her from colliding with the mountain.

As a result, he was the one who suffered severe injuries.

Jane’s eyes turned red in an instant, and her hands holding the medicine bottle and cotton swab trembled slightly.

She felt heartbroken.

“Does it hurt a lot?” Jane asked him, her voice trembling.

“It’s okay,” Patrick shrugged. “As long as you’re okay, I’m okay.”

Hearing this, Jane’s heart tightened even more.

Jane couldn’t hold back the tears in her eyes and sniffed, “Patrick, rest assured, I will treat your wounds well, and I won’t let any scars remain.”

She took a deep breath, calming her emotions, and meticulously treated his wounds with the cotton swab. She didn’t dare to be the slightest bit negligent.

In this focused and serious state, she didn’t notice the cunning flash in Patrick’s deep, wolf-like eyes as he faced away from her.

This little woman, she must be completely devoted to him now.

Patrick was in a great mood, but a faint sorrow still lingered on his handsome face.

After over an hour of treatment, Jane waited for the ointment to dry before bandaging his wounds. She finally sighed in relief.Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Put your clothes on the bed, don’t catch a cold,” Jane carefully lifted his clothes, buttoning them up for him.

“Did you cry?”

His incredibly gentle voice came from above her head.

Jane lowered her head, “No.”

“I heard it.” Patrick extended his hand, gently lifting her chin. He saw faint traces of tears on her originally clean face.

Patrick suddenly regretted; maybe he shouldn’t have lied to her?