Unexpected Fiancée

Chapter 169: Jane Moves Out

Chapter 169: Jane Moves Out

"Who is he?" Patrick's eyes narrowed, pressing for an answer.

Dr. Pater glanced at the heart monitor connected to Old Pansy before speaking, "Dr. Newton was once a renowned traditional Chinese medicine master worldwide. His medical skills were exceptional, curing many terminal patients. However, something happened twenty years ago, and he suddenly disappeared."

"Disappeared?" Patrick's expression tensed, urgency in his tone. "Where can he be found now?"

Dr. Pater regretfully shook his head, "I don't know. Or, I should say, no one knows."

The glimmer of hope Patrick had seen faded away. Lips pressed into a thin line, he fell silent for a moment before asking, "What happened twenty years ago?"

Dr. Pater sighed lightly, "I don't know the specifics. I only heard from my mentor that whatever occurred twenty years ago dealt him a severe blow. Since then, Dr. Newton vanished. Many have tried to find him, but in vain. It's been so many years, and no one knows if he's still alive."

Hearing Dr. Pater's words, Patrick's face darkened, eyebrows furrowing.

Staring at the comatose Old Pansy on the hospital bed, Patrick's knuckles tightened one by one.

Even if Dr. Newton were at the ends of the earth, he had to find him quickly!

Grandpa couldn't wait, and Patrick couldn't bear to watch him remain unconscious.

This feeling of helplessness was too unbearable.

Just as Patrick was about to call Morton to send someone to find Dr. Newton, the door of the ward opened.

Maurice walked in, asking with concern, "Mr. Patrick, how is Old Pansy?"

Patrick's gaze dimmed, responding in a flat tone, "The same, still unconscious."

Seeing Patrick looking worn-out, Maurice felt a pang of sympathy. He walked over and comforted, "Mr. Patrick, you don't need to worry too much. Old Pansy is a resilient person; he will wake up."

"Alright," Patrick responded indifferently.

Maurice continued, "Mr. Patrick, you've been with Old Pansy for a day and a night. Even an iron body can't endure that. You should go and rest for a while. I'll take care of Old Pansy."

Patrick shook his head, "I want to stay with Grandpa."

Maurice patted his shoulder, "Mr. Patrick, I understand how you feel right now. But what if you fall ill too? I believe your grandfather wouldn't want you to neglect your health. Listen to Mr. Maurice, go back and get some rest. I'll call you immediately if anything happens."

After a moment of contemplation, Patrick said, "Fine, then it's up to you, Mr. Maurice."

Having been with Old Pansy for decades, Maurice had a great relationship with him. Patrick trusted Maurice to take care of Old Pansy in his absence.

Patrick gave a few more instructions to the guards at the door before turning and leaving.

...

Sitting in Osborn's car, Jane gazed out the window, her thoughts in disarray.

Taking a deep breath, she redirected her gaze and looked at the ring on her hand.

It was the ring Patrick had given her when he proposed.

Memories suddenly flooded back, overwhelming her mind.

Patrick shielded her from the knife, disregarding his own life and death to save her. He proposed to her romantically.

Since he doesn't love her, why go to such lengths for her?

Is it really just because she resembles Candy?

Rubbing her forehead, Jane dispelled those swirling thoughts.

At this moment, Old Pansy's illness was the most crucial matter.

If Patrick won't let her see Old Pansy, she'll have to find another way.

Quietly removing the ring, Jane glanced at Osborn and pursed her lips. "Osborn, can you do me a favor?"

"Of course," Osborn answered without even asking what she needed help with.

In a low voice, Jane said, "Help me find a house. Just buy it outright. I want to move in as soon as possible."

Since she had already called off the engagement with Patrick, she had no reason to stay in Shuiyue New City.

Osborn smiled, "No need to go through so much trouble. I have an apartment in the East City Garden. If you don't mind, you can move in anytime."

"Thank you," Jane squinted her eyes slightly, leaning back into the seat.

Osborn hesitated for a moment but spoke, "I thought you would leave Guavo, take a break somewhere, considering what you've been through."

The Jane he knew, after experiencing being betrayed by her fiancé, would simply leave with a carefree attitude.

But now, Jane wanted to continue staying in Guavo.

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Jane's breath caught, and after a moment, she said, "After all, Old Pansy is still lying in the hospital. I bear some responsibility for what happened to him. I can't act like nothing happened and just leave."

Osborn's eyes subtly dimmed, nodding faintly. "Don't worry; Old Pansy will be fine."

Was Jane insisting on staying just because of Old Pansy?

The two drove in silence. Osborn took Jane to Shuiyue New City.

"Jane, is this the place?" Osborn stopped the car, turning to ask.

Jane snapped back, "Yes, Osborn, wait for me."

Jane opened the gate, and the house was silent.

At this moment, Patrick should still be in the hospital.

Walking up to the second floor, where her room was, Jane felt a bit dizzy.

Even though she didn't stay here last night, it felt like a world away.

She had lived here for over a month, leaving many unforgettable and beautiful memories.

Now, she was leaving.

Jane thought she would leave calmly and carefree, but now, her heart felt suffocated.

Every little moment spent with Patrick in this place rushed into her mind uncontrollably.

The scenes were vivid, as if they happened just yesterday.

Patrick was the first man to make Jane's heart flutter.

For him, Jane genuinely gave her heart, truly wanting to hold hands with him and grow old together, spending a lifetime together.

Unfortunately, she was too naive, truly wasting her sincere feelings.

Patrick already had Candy, and now, he was probably enjoying a romantic time with her.

Why torture herself with these memories?

Regaining her focus, Jane quickly packed her things and put them into her suitcase.

Holding the suitcase, she hurried downstairs. In the living room, just as she was about to leave, the faint sound of keys unlocking the door reached her ears.

Jane instinctively halted her steps.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Could it be that Patrick had returned?