“What? You’re kicking me out?” Jane widened her eyes in disbelief. “Patrick, are you turning your back on me? Don’t forget who cured Old Pansy! If it weren’t for me, would Old Pansy have recovered so quickly and be discharged today?”
“Is that so? If it weren’t for you, Grandpa wouldn’t have fallen ill in the first place,” Patrick said coldly, impatience evident in his handsome face. “Still not leaving?”
“So, you’re determined to defend this mistress, Candice?” Anger filled Jane’s beautiful eyes.
Grandpa Pansy’s discharge was a big deal, and there were already many reporters waiting at the hospital’s entrance. They had broken through the crowd and were now rushing towards the hospital bed.
With the timing just right, the reporters surrounded them. Candice subtly raised her lips, took a step forward, and said theatrically, “Miss North, you’re not being fair. How could I be a mistress? I’ve known Patrick much longer than you.
Patrick and I met and fell in love eight years ago. Patrick said he would marry me, so strictly speaking, you are the third party between Patrick and me.”
“Candice, you’re almost dying, and you’re still competing with me for Patrick?” Jane crossed her arms, glowering at Candice.
“Enough! Jane, you disappoint me too much!” Patrick’s face turned iron-clad, and he ordered the bodyguard beside him, “Escort her out!”
“No need for you to kick me out; I’ll leave myself!” Jane angrily retorted, turning and exiting.
Reporters swarmed around, bombarding Jane with questions. “Miss North, Miss Dillon accuses you of being the third party. What’s your response?”
“Mr. Pansy is kicking you out; does that mean he’s choosing Miss Dillon?”
“Miss North, will your engagement ceremony with Mr. Pansy be canceled again?”
Facing the journalists’ onslaught, Jane coldly replied, “No comment!”
In the hospital room, Candice saw Jane storming out angrily. A barely noticeable triumphant curve appeared on Candice’s lips.
Superficially concerned, Candice said, “Patrick, Miss North seems upset. What should we do? I didn’t mean to contradict her just now, but she cursed me so badly that I couldn’t help it…”
Patrick glanced at her indifferently. “Forget about her, Candy. You’re tired. Go back to your room and rest. I’ll take Grandpa home.”
“Okay, Grandpa, I wish you good health and a long life,” Candice said, looking at Old Pansy with affectionate eyes.
Patrick then had someone escort Candice back to her room.
Reporters were already waiting at her room’s entrance.
Seeing Candice, they eagerly approached, starting to interview her.
“Miss Dillon, can you clarify your current relationship with Mr. Pansy?”
Candice blushed shyly. “As you all saw, Patrick and I are in a romantic relationship.”
“But just now, Miss North accused you of being the third party. What’s your response?” a reporter pointed out.
Candice raised her lips. “The third party? That’s completely her slander. I am Patrick’s first love, and everyone knows that. How could I be a third party?”
“Miss Dillon, you make a valid point, but Miss North is Mr. Pansy’s fiancée, and that’s a fact. We’ve heard that Miss Dillon’s background is ordinary, not on par with the Pansy family, while Miss North holds a prestigious position as the CEO of Star Entertainment. Do you feel pressured, Miss Dillon?”
“Patrick loves me for who I am, regardless of my background. Love should not be influenced by other factors,” Candice pursed her lips, skillfully hiding the envy in her heart.
“So what if her family is ordinary? As long as she marries Patrick and becomes the mistress of the Pansy family, she’ll be the richest woman in the world. What does a mere Jane amount to?”
The reporters began their gossipy questions again, “Miss Dillon, we heard that you have a terminal illness. Given your current condition, how long can you stay by Mr. Pansy’s side?”
“With medical advancements nowadays, I believe I’ll recover. As for being by Patrick’s side, it’s, of course, a lifetime commitment,” Candice said with a blissful smile.
Now, she pretended to have advanced gastric cancer and successfully made Patrick dislike Jane. With a bit more effort, once she completely severed ties between Patrick and Jane, she wouldn’t need to fake her illness anymore.
After all, with the advancement of medicine, curing gastric cancer wasn’t too surprising.
In the end, the ultimate winner would be her, Candice!
In the car, Patrick and Old Pansy sat in the back seat.
“Grandpa, we’re almost at the old estate,” Patrick said, glancing at the spirited Old Pansy. He felt pleased.
For the past few days, he couldn’t sleep well every night, worried that Grandpa might leave him.
Now, Grandpa had finally recovered, and the heavy burden in his heart had been lifted.
“We’re finally back,” Old Pansy said, looking at the familiar scenery outside the window with some emotion. “This time, thanks to Jane. If it weren’t for her, I’m afraid I wouldn’t have come back.”
“Grandpa, what are you talking about? You’re in great spirits,” Patrick quickly reassured.
“By the way, what were you and Jane doing?” Old Pansy, recalling the scene in the hospital room, couldn’t help but ask, “Were you deliberately putting on a show in front of the reporters?”
Old Pansy could see it at a glance – Patrick and Jane were intentionally arguing in front of everyone.
They must have their reasons for doing so.
If he guessed correctly, it should be related to Candice.
Patrick nodded, “Grandpa, nothing escapes your eyes.”
Old Pansy stroked his beard, chuckled, and said, “How can I be an old fox if I can’t see through a thing or two? I’ve crossed more bridges than you’ve walked roads.”
After a pause, he advised, “I won’t interfere much in the affairs of you young people. But remember one thing, whatever you do, never let Jane be wronged.”
Patrick readily agreed, “Grandpa, I understand.”
Soon, the driver stopped the car at the entrance of the old estate, respectfully saying, “Old Pansy, Mr. Patrick, we’ve arrived.”
Mr. Maurice had long been waiting at the front gate with all the staff to welcome Old Pansy back.
“Old Pansy, you’re finally discharged.” Mr. Maurice couldn’t help but smile when he saw Old Pansy, going forward to assist him.
Old Pansy patted Mr. Maurice’s shoulder, “Maurice, you’ve worked hard during my illness.”
Mr. Maurice quickly said, “It’s what I should do. If it weren’t for you taking me in back then, I would have…”
“Enough, why bring up old matters?” Old Pansy frowned slightly, interrupting Mr. Maurice. He then looked at Patrick, “Patrick, your company is busy, go back first!”