Patrick’s indifferent gaze fell upon Candice, his brows furrowed, and his tone icy. “If you feel wronged, you don’t have to come here in the future. No one needs your care.”
“Patrick, are you still angry with me…” Candice lowered her head, her voice trembling as she spoke softly.
Patrick must still be upset about yesterday’s incident.
Thinking she intentionally framed Jane and Osborn for booking a room.
But it was clearly a trap set by Jane, trying to frame and blame her!
Jane!
This wretched woman, Candice would not let her off!!
Her anger reached its peak, but in front of Patrick, she couldn’t show any of it.
She took a deep breath, trying hard to calm her emotions.
“Patrick, I really saw Jane and Osborn together yesterday. There’s video evidence. Jane must have noticed me, and then…” Her eyes turned red, and Candice’s tears fell, portraying a pitiful look that anyone would find heart-wrenching.
However, Patrick remained indifferent. His handsome face tensed, and he impatiently interrupted Candice, “I don’t want to talk about yesterday’s events again.”
“Master, I’ll go prepare your meal.” Mr. Maurice, watching from the side, felt sympathy but didn’t say anything more. He left after saying these words.
Candice, teary-eyed, tightly clutched her dress. She had practiced this look countless times in front of the mirror.
Naturally, it was a tearful, pitiful expression that would make any man feel sorry.
But Patrick, impervious to her efforts, and even Old Pansy said nothing.
This made Candice even more twisted and disturbed. If Patrick didn’t say anything, that was one thing.
But the old man in bed, he didn’t say a word either!
Despite personally preparing so much food and bringing it over, he didn’t even help her out. It seemed like her efforts to appear virtuous had gone in vain!
Candice could only mask her feelings, awkwardly and silently packing the lunchboxes back into her bag.
She looked at Patrick, wanting to speak but hesitated. Finally, she shifted her gaze to Old Pansy. “Grabndpa, I’ll leave now. Take care of yourself, and I’ll come to see you next time.”
As she spoke, she turned and left.
Her steps were slow.
She hoped Patrick would call her back.
But as she reached the door, no call came…
Candice frowned, biting her lip tightly. It seemed she had to unleash the big move.
If she didn’t, Jane would truly succeed!
Thinking of Jane’s harsh words today, coupled with Patrick’s attitude, Candice clutched the bag tightly in her hands.
She couldn’t accept this!
Bang!
Candice suddenly swayed, her slender figure about to collapse.
She grabbed the door frame, covering her mouth as she started coughing violently.
The scent of blood quickly filled the air.
In just a moment, Candice collapsed on the ground unconscious.
A passing nurse saw it, exclaimed, and hurried over to check. “Miss, are you okay?”
Patrick, seemingly startled by Candice’s condition, furrowed his brows, hesitated for a moment, then walked over. “Candy, what happened to you?”
“Patrick, I…,” glad that Patrick finally cared, Candice’s heart leaped. She grabbed his hand, wanting to say something but was interrupted by a severe cough.
Her face turned pale, and looking up at Patrick, she weakly said, “Patrick, I feel terrible. Am I dying?”
“No, no, Candy, you won’t die! I won’t let you die!” Seeing Candice like this, a hint of nervousness flashed across Patrick’s handsome face. “Candy, you’ll be fine.”
“Patrick, thank you…” Candice hadn’t finished her sentence when her head tilted, and she fainted.
The nurse called for assistance, and the unconscious Candice was lifted onto a stretcher and rushed towards the emergency room.
Patrick, with his long strides, followed suit.
Despite Jane’s claim that she might not be Candy, Patrick had to ensure her survival until proven otherwise.
After all, Candice was quite accurate about the details of their kidnapping. In case she truly was Candy…
Lost in thought, Patrick was interrupted by the nurse hurrying out of the emergency room. “Mr. Pansy, do you know this patient’s family?”
“What’s the issue?” Patrick raised his eyes, giving her a brief look.
The nurse, fearful of his status, spoke hesitantly, “The patient is in critical condition. The doctor found a large shadow in her stomach, suggesting a possible tumor. We need a comprehensive examination, and we require a family member’s signature.”
Patrick frowned, “Go ahead with the examination directly.”
Having received Patrick’s instructions, the nurse nodded quickly. “Yes, Mr. Pansy, I understand.”
Having said that, she turned and went back into the emergency room.
It wasn’t until the evening sun turned half the sky red that the pale and unconscious Candice was wheeled out of the emergency room.
“How is she?” Patrick lowered his gaze, looking at the unconscious Candice without any visible emotion.
The doctor sighed, expressing regret. “Mr. Pansy, the results just came in. The patient is in the late stages of stomach cancer. We can only proceed with conservative chemotherapy, which might extend her life for approximately two years. Without treatment, she only has about a month.”
Stomach cancer in the late stages?
Patrick’s brows furrowed.
“Mr. Pansy, what kind of treatment do you think would be suitable?” The doctor asked cautiously.
Patrick’s thin lips lifted slightly, “The choice of treatment is her decision.”
For him now, Candice was merely a pure lifesaver. Any feelings he once had for her had long been extinguished.
All he could do was fulfill any wish she had while she was alive.
“Understood…” The doctor dared not say more. “The patient will wake up shortly. It’s better for you to be the one to inform her.”
With that, the doctor left.
Patrick pushed the door open and entered the hospital room. Due to the anesthesia, Candice had been drowsy.
“Are you really Candy?” Patrick asked, looking at the woman lying unconscious on the hospital bed. He squinted his eyes slightly, recalling the girl from eight years ago, deeply embedded in his memory.
But somehow, he couldn’t align her with the woman before him.
Patrick’s handsome face darkened, and he walked out of the room.
Patrick drove to the Pansy Group headquarters. Due to his previous rescue of Jane from falling off a cliff, he hadn’t been to the company in the past few days.
In the CEO’s office, Patrick summoned Morton. “How’s the company doing lately?”
“Everything is normal,” Morton replied respectfully.
Pausing for a moment, he hesitated, “However…”