“Save Erica?” Florence heard the words, and it sounded like she heard a joke. With a mocking tone, she repeated, “Uncle Terry, don’t blame me for being disrespectful. Last time, Erica hired hackers to steal Star Entertainment’s confidential information. She had already been to the police station once. If you want to get this troublesome daughter of yours out, you might as well find someone yourself.”
“But what about this time? She took a gun to the movie set herself, and what happened? Instead of killing Jane, she not only failed but also shot Osborn. Isn’t that her responsibility? No one forced her to do this, right? Uncle Terry, we, the Doyle family, are not a charity. Get your facts straight. Moreover, Erica is so useless. She couldn’t even do a simple task I assigned her before. Now, for a personal grudge, she put herself in jail. Even if I get her out, what can she give me in return?”
“I advise you to save your energy. Begging various gods and deities for the sake of this daughter who is nothing but trouble won’t lead to any good results. As for me, I don’t have the intention to help any friends. Don’t come back and implicate my family.”
Florence’s voice was loud, and the room’s door was half-open. Freda, returning from outside, heard the conversation in the room.
Erica?
She stopped in her tracks, and her eyes involuntarily looked down.
She got into the police station because of Jane and Osborn?
Osborn…
Freda couldn’t help but feel a tingling sensation at the thought of Osborn’s affection for Jane. She was in her current predicament because of Jane, and now her beloved was shot because of her. How could she not feel hatred?
Freda clenched her fists tightly, gritting her teeth, her gaze seemingly capable of shooting out fire.
[Jane, I originally planned to return to the country and settle the score with you after some time, but I didn’t expect you to be so indifferent to Osborn.]
[Then don’t blame me for letting you experience the heart-wrenching taste of pain!]
Freda suppressed the anger in her heart, controlled her emotions, and put on a polite smile as she walked into the room.
After Florence hung up the phone, hearing footsteps, she turned and saw Freda, smiling politely.
“Oh, it’s you. Back from a walk?”
Freda nodded, extending her hand gracefully. “Yes, about what happened just now… I’m really sorry. Let’s get to know each other. I’m Ann.”
“Hello, I’m Florence.” Florence politely shook hands, inadvertently revealing the scar on her wrist.
Seeing the scar on Florence’s wrist, Freda sat down beside her, and with feigned surprise, she asked, “Oh, how did you get a scar on your wrist? Have you been through something? It’s not good for a girl to have scars on her hands.”
Florence paused, lowered her eyes, and subconsciously tugged at her sleeve. Still, she spoke in a gentle tone, “No…”
…
After the news of Osborn being shot was exposed, many of his fans tried to visit him at the hospital every day, but they were all blocked outside. In the blink of an eye, Jane had been taking care of Osborn in the hospital for five or six days. Every day, she would place fresh bouquets and fruits by his bedside. The doctor mentioned that a comfortable environment would aid in the patient’s recovery, and since Osborn had awakened, he needed additional nutrition.
“Hmm…”
Jane was sitting at the bedside, peeling an apple when she suddenly heard a faint sound from the bed. She instinctively looked up, and Osborn’s eyelashes moved, showing signs of waking up.
Surprised and delighted, Jane quickly put down the knife and pressed the bedside call button.
“Doctor, nurse!”
In no time, the on-duty doctor and nurse hurried into the room. Jane stepped aside, saying, “He seems to be waking up; quickly take a look.”
After much hustle and bustle, Osborn finally woke up.
“If he can wake up successfully, it means there shouldn’t be any major problems. However, after the surgery, he still needs to be observed and rest for some time to prevent any adverse reactions.”
As the doctor explained the details, Jane nodded repeatedly. Osborn, turning his head slightly, could see the woman by his bed, and a gentle smile appeared on his face.
Jane still cared about him.
After the doctor left, Jane closed her eyes. The tension of the past few days finally eased. She turned around, holding Osborn’s hand, and said with a smile, “It’s great, Osborn, you’re finally awake…”
“You’ve worried about me,” Osborn smiled, holding Jane’s hand and gently patting it. Looking at her face, he sincerely said, “Jane, waking up and seeing you here… I’m really happy. I never expected you to be by my side, taking care of me.”
“Don’t say such silly things. You took a bullet for me, so of course, I have to take care of you.”
Jane carefully tucked in the bedcovers for Osborn and continued to chatter.
“You just woke up, and you can’t move around recklessly for now. The doctor said your surgical incision hasn’t fully healed, and you can’t eat regular food these days. You need to start with a liquid diet to protect your stomach…”
As Jane spoke, Osborn’s attention was entirely on Jane’s face and figure. He occasionally responded with a nod, but when Jane turned her face towards him, he paused. With great seriousness, he asked, “Jane, the words I said to you before entering the hospital were sincere. Now that you’re here…”
“… I know you’re single now, and the engagement with Mr. Pansy has been canceled. So, are you willing to accept me?”
Osborn grasped Jane’s hand, but Jane didn’t know how to answer him. She hadn’t broken up with Patrick, but due to various reasons, she couldn’t tell Osborn.
She bit her lip and, in the end, chose to temporarily skip this topic in the most tactful way.
“You just woke up. Focus on getting treated first. After you fully recover, we can discuss this matter, alright?”
Patrick walked to the entrance of the room and saw the door slightly ajar. As he was about to push the door open, he overheard Osborn and Jane’s conversation.
The bouquet of flowers in his hand suddenly felt like a thousand pounds.
Initially, he thought he shouldn’t make a fuss, just intending to comfort Jane at the hospital. Little did he know that Osborn would wake up and even take advantage of the situation.
The smile on Patrick’s face disappeared in an instant. He forcefully pushed the door open and walked into the room, grabbing Jane’s hand. In a firm tone, he said, “Jane, come out!”
“Patrick, Patrick!”
Jane was surprised to see him entering, struggling a few times to free her wrist. However, Patrick being much stronger, she could only be pulled out of the room.
Seeing the two leave, Osborn’s gaze dimmed for a moment.