Unexpected Fiancée

Chapter 124: Suspecting Jones

Chapter 124: Suspecting Jones

"Alright, Miss North," Jones promptly replied.

After Jones left, Jane returned to the hospital room, her gaze lowering to Patrick lying on the bed. A wave of bitterness surged within her.

Gently covering him with the blanket, Jane tightly held Patrick's hand, silently praying, "Patrick, you'll be fine."

The clock ticked away, each beat echoing like a hammer on Jane's heart, a dull ache with every strike.

Every second passing felt like a century to Jane.

As the night deepened, Jane remained seated by the bedside, sleep eluding her.

An unprecedented worry and tension spread through every cell in Jane's body.

In the middle of the night, Jane suddenly heard a knock on the door.

Thinking it might be a doctor for rounds, she opened the door to find Morton standing there.

Morton, accompanied by a few bodyguards, stationed themselves outside the room.

"Morton, how did you come over?" Jane asked, slightly surprised to see him.

Shouldn't he be in the country at this time?

Morton stepped into the room, glanced at Patrick lying on the bed, and said, "I rushed over as soon as I received the news."

"How's Mr. Pansy?" Morton's tone carried a hint of concern.

Jane's eyes dimmed, "He's been unconscious."

"Don't worry too much," Morton comforted Jane.

Jane nodded in understanding, suddenly remembering something, "By the way, how's the situation with the company now?"

Morton personally rushed over; the situation with the company couldn't be optimistic.

However, she had been preoccupied with Patrick's injuries and hadn't paid much attention to these matters.

With a somewhat cold tone, Morton said, "Since the press conference, things have improved, and the stock price has started to recover. But now, with this sudden explosion, there are many negative comments online, and the stock price is plummeting again."

As expected.

Jane nodded knowingly, "Is the current situation not favorable for us?"

"Yes," Morton said solemnly.

After a moment of contemplation, Jane spoke, "Our first priority now is to find out the truth behind this matter. Only by quickly exposing the mastermind and revealing the truth to the public can we restore the company's reputation."

"I'll do my best," Morton said with determination.

"Miss North, you should go back and rest for a while. I'll keep an eye on things here; nothing will happen to Mr. Pansy," Morton suggested, looking at Jane, who seemed exhausted.

"I want to stay with Patrick," Jane shook her head. As long as Patrick remained unconscious, she couldn't bear to leave.

Morton smiled, "You're injured too. You need to rest. Do you want Mr. Pansy to wake up while you collapse from exhaustion? Don't worry, we have guards here. Mr. Pansy will be fine."

After a day of busyness, Jane was indeed tired, and there were some things she needed to attend to urgently.

She looked at Morton, then at the guards at the door, finally nodding, "Alright, I'll go back and rest. I'll come over again tomorrow morning."

Morton escorted Jane back to her hospital room and then returned to Patrick's room.

He instructed the guards, "Stay here and don't let anyone in, understood?"

"Yes, Morton," the guards answered respectfully.

Morton closed the room's large door, walked to the bedside, and respectfully glanced at Patrick lying on the bed. He spoke, "Mr. Pansy, I've escorted Miss Jane back to her room. Now, there's no one here."

Just moments ago, Patrick, who was unconscious, opened his eyes the next second.

He slightly sat up, leaning against the bed, and asked in a cold tone, "No one suspects anything, right?"

Morton smiled and shook his head, "No, not even Miss North believes you're faking your unconsciousness."

Patrick gave a faint acknowledgment.

"Why did you keep it from Miss North? Seeing her worried expression, I almost felt sorry for her," Morton teased.

Patrick chose to give him a disdainful side-eye, "The fewer people who know about this, the better."

Pressed by the ceiling, Patrick only suffered minor injuries.

But this sudden explosion was too mysterious.

It seemed premeditated, specifically targeting him and Jane.

Given this, Patrick deliberately pretended to be seriously injured, remaining unconscious.

This way, the mastermind would think their plan succeeded. Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

He could then turn the tables in the light, exposing the mastermind.

Thinking of this, Patrick asked in a low voice, "What's the situation now?"

Morton reported, "Similar to what we expected. There's a lot of negative news about the company."

Patrick's deep gaze turned colder, and he said, "Look into Jones."

Morton hesitated, "Do you suspect Jones is involved in this matter?"

Patrick nodded, "Especially find out if Jones has any connection with Love Jewelry."

"Yes, sir," Morton said, his expression serious.

After giving these instructions, Patrick closed his eyes again, lying quietly.

Jane returned to her hospital room, her heart still tense.

She opened her phone, and news about the Pansy Group explosion flooded the screen.

The comments below were intense.

?Pansy Group deceives consumers, using inferior materials, causing a massive explosion.】

?The explosion might be staged by Pansy Group, erasing all evidence for a perfect crime.】

?How could it be staged when even the CEO got injured? Trust Mr. Patrick.】

Staring at the phone screen for a while, Jane rubbed her forehead, carefully recalling the events before the explosion.

Both she and Patrick were injured, but Jones, at that moment, took a call and walked away unscathed.

Could things be so coincidental?

After some thought, Jane called Anthony.

"Ada." Anthony's concerned voice came from the phone, "I saw the news. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Jane replied, "I want you to help me investigate someone."

"No problem. Just not that Candy person," Anthony agreed immediately.

"Look into Jones for me," Jane said, rubbing her forehead.

After ending the call, Patrick's pale face involuntarily flashed in Jane's mind.

She still couldn't rest easy, turning around and heading towards the eighteenth floor.

Upon reaching Patrick's hospital room, Jane was stopped by the vigilant guards, "I'm sorry, Miss North, you can't go in."

Faintly, Jane seemed to hear voices from inside the room, as if... Patrick was speaking.

Jane's heart suddenly tightened.

Could Patrick be awake?