The next day, after work, Jane and Patrick went to the hospital together to visit Old Pansy.
Upon entering, they found Dr. Pater conducting a routine checkup on Old Pansy.
Seeing Patrick and Jane, Dr. Pater quickly stood up, respectfully greeting, “Mr. Pansy, Miss North.”
“How’s Old Pansy?” Jane asked with concern.
Dr. Pater replied, “I just examined Mr. Ho, and all the indicators have recovered very well.”
Jane felt relieved, “That’s good.”
It seemed that Uncle Newton was right; Old Pansy’s health was gradually improving. It wouldn’t be long before he fully recovered.
“Patrick, Jane, you’re here.” Old Pansy looked in good spirits. “I’m much better, should be able to leave the hospital soon.”
“Old Pansy, you should stay a few more days and rest assured.” Jane smiled.
Old Pansy chuckled, “Staying in the hospital all day is stifling. Even if I don’t have any issues, I feel like I’m developing some. Besides, you two are getting engaged at the end of the month, and I, this old bone, need to prepare early.”
Patrick stepped forward, “Grandpa, don’t worry. I’ll take care of the engagement preparations. You focus on recovering, and when you’re better, I’ll pick you up from the hospital.”
Seeing Jane and Patrick insisting, Old Pansy didn’t insist any further.
Old Pansy chatted with them about the engagement for a while, but soon he looked a bit tired.
Jane noticed and quickly said, “Grandpa, we should go back. Rest well.”
“Alright, you two go and enjoy yourselves.” Old Pansy nodded, pleased that they were fostering their relationship.
Just as Jane and Patrick exited the ward, a nurse hurriedly approached them.
“Mr. Pansy, something’s wrong!” The nurse said anxiously.
Patrick frowned, “What happened?”
“Miss Dillon is going to jump off the building!” The nurse blurted out, carefully watching Patrick’s expression.
Jump off the building?!
Jane tugged at her lip. Was Candice, this flourishing white lotus, pulling another stunt?
Patrick instinctively looked at Jane beside him.
“Let’s go check it out.” Jane narrowed her eyes slightly.
Perhaps Candice overheard their engagement discussion and decided to resort to desperate measures.
After all, from stage four stomach cancer to a suicide attempt, she seemed to enjoy the drama.
Jane’s lips curved with a touch of mockery.
It seemed Candice was growing more anxious.
The closer they got to the truth.
Following the nurse, Jane and Patrick arrived at the rooftop and saw Candice in a blue and white striped hospital gown standing on the edge.
Below, a crowd had gathered, all eyes on Candice, pointing and whispering.
“Look, someone’s about to jump!”
“Dangerous, come down!”
“Hey, that woman seems a bit familiar, like the one reported online before, Mr. Pansy’s first love, Miss Dillon?”
“It really is her. Why would she want to jump?”
…
The nurse, pale-faced, said to Patrick, “Mr. Pansy, please try to talk to Miss Dillon. We tried for a long time, but she ignored us. We’ve called the police; once they arrive, we can only rely on you to calm her down.”
Jane observed the scene coldly, giving Patrick a meaningful look.
“Okay.” Patrick spoke in a deep voice, striding toward Candice.
“Candy, what are you doing? Come down!” Patrick’s deep gaze fell on Candice’s figure, his voice icy.
“Patrick, why are you here…” Candice turned around, her face pale as she looked at him, her eyes filled with anguish.
She glanced at Jane, standing not far away with a cold expression. Her eyes were red, “Patrick, just let me die! I don’t have many days left anyway. If I die, Jane won’t argue with you anymore. I don’t want to be a stumbling block to your relationship.”
“Jane, don’t be mad at Patrick, okay? It’s all my fault. He was just worried about me…” Candice shifted her gaze to Jane, pleading as if Jane had wronged her in countless ways.
With Candice’s words, several doctors and nurses who were there to persuade her to step back looked at Jane with colored lenses.
Especially since they all liked to browse the internet and had seen numerous news articles about them. Coupled with Candice’s current image of a helpless victim, it was easier to gain sympathy.
Human psychology is complex; regardless of who’s at fault, people often lean towards the weaker side at first glance.
“So, you’re saying I’m stealing your man?” Jane remained calm, raising an eyebrow at Candice, arms crossed.
If this were any other woman, she’d probably lose her cool, but Jane faced it with indifference.
Candice concealed the hatred in her eyes towards Jane, took a deep breath, reminding herself to stay calm. Since she chose this path, there was no turning back. So, today, she must succeed!
“No… I didn’t mean that. How could Patrick be mine…” Candice carefully glanced at Patrick, her eyes full of infatuation.
The meaning was obvious.
“Candy, you…” Patrick’s eyes darkened with a hint of impatience.
He caught Jane’s almost smiling expression from the corner of his eye, sighed softly, and softened his tone towards Candice. “Come down. It’s dangerous up there. I’ve never thought of you as a burden between Jane and me.”
“Really?” Candice, not seeing the interaction between them, thought Patrick was conquered by her act, and couldn’t help feeling pleased.
She bit her lip, her voice weak as she spoke, “Patrick, you won’t reject me, will you?”
“No.” Patrick’s thin lips lifted slightly, a rare gentleness on his cold face.
This made Candice happy, but she still wore a sad expression. “Forget it, Patrick. I don’t want to live. It’s too painful. I originally wanted to bless you and Jane, but it seems I can’t… I don’t know why I feel so uncomfortable inside.”
Pausing, Candice sobbed and continued, “I don’t understand. Clearly, I met you first. You even said you would marry me when you grew up. Maybe it’s because I’ve done too many wrong things before, so heaven is punishing me like this…”
She spoke while despairingly stepping back, one step at a time… until she reached the very edge of the rooftop.
Her frail figure stood at the rooftop’s edge, as if a gust of wind could blow her down.
Just one step away from falling.