“I just don’t believe it. Patrick, so heartless, had to destroy his wife and child before he could be at peace?” Finley stormed out, determined to investigate. Before leaving, she urged Jane to drink soup and eat.
Unfortunately, she had no appetite and no desire to eat.
At that moment, a knock on the door sounded from outside. “Come in.”
“Ms. North, the investigation is complete.” The person who entered was James, a private detective hired by Jane. She didn’t want to leave anything unclear to others.
She wanted to understand who this Lena really was.
“Speak!” Jane’s voice was cold, exuding a chilling aura.
“Lena graduated from Coral Coast University and held a position in the country. She is the newly appointed leader in our city, a government official. She is an old friend of Mr. Pansy and they had a complicated relationship in the past, but they were separated by Mike.” James’ words made Jane sink into deep thought.
No wonder Patrick was so afraid of the new leader. No wonder Mike rushed back from abroad. No wonder Lena had been targeting him from the beginning. It was all premeditated.
“I understand.” Jane’s voice was hoarse, devoid of any energy.
“By the way, Ms. North, I’ve heard that Lena has another nickname, Candy.”
The word suddenly awakened Jane. “You said Candy? Are you sure?”
James nodded heavily. “According to the investigation, it is indeed Candy, there is no mistake.”
Upon hearing this, Jane froze. In the beginning, Patrick would often call her Candy in his dreams. She had thought it was a nickname that belonged to her.
But now, Jane sneered at herself. She had taken someone else’s place! No wonder Lena hated her so much.
“Candy.”
“Candy.”
Jane kept repeating the name.
The next day,
She woke up in her office, and Candy had dominated her dreams all night.
April and Marco were waiting at the door. The two of them had been sweet and reconciled recently, opening up to each other again.
Jane looked at her tired face in the mirror, sporting dark circles under her eyes.
“Did you two have a fight?”
Both of them shook their heads.
“Jane, I’m planning to change my previous agent,” April said with a smile.
“Sure.”
“Jane, we’re planning to make a public announcement. Just wanted to let you know in advance.” Marco had decided to take responsibility this time.
“Okay, I’ll prepare the PR statement. Also, April, I’ll have a senior agent take care of you.” Jane seemed extremely mechanical, like a tool devoid of any emotions, organizing the work.
They could see through her facade. April directly linked her arm with Jane’s. “There’s a charity event at an orphanage today. Let’s go together?”
Marco added, shouldering the responsibility, “Charity events require the boss to attend personally to show sincerity.”
“I’m not going. I’m not feeling well today,” Jane immediately thought of refusing.
April’s persuasive skills were impressive. Left and right, she convinced Jane until she had no choice but to agree. She let April take care of her and get her ready.
After spending a long time getting dressed, they finally left.
These past few days, Jane had been staying in the company. Her personal villa was still under renovation, so she couldn’t move in yet. She entrusted the renovation work to Finley.
Kept her busy.
The orphanage was a project sponsored by their company and a monthly charity event that every artist had to participate in.
Jane came here, feeling somewhat relaxed.
As soon as she got out of the car, a large group of children rushed towards her. Jane instinctively protected her belly, a smile on her lips.
“Ma’am, Ma’am…” the children called out in a sweet voice.
Jane was infected by the atmosphere and was led by the children to the cafeteria, where they pulled her to sit down.
Marco went to unload the supplies, and April stayed with Jane.
“Kids, the headmistress didn’t lie to you, Ma’am is really here today.” A middle-aged woman in her forties or fifties walked in, radiating an aura of happiness. She took good care of herself, especially her infectious smile.
The children were exceptionally enthusiastic about Jane’s arrival.
Jane had only missed their activities for a while, but these naughty kids still remembered her. It was really touching.
April brought the food for the children and they gathered around to eat.
Jane stood up and admired the photos on the wall. Each photo captured an adorable figure.
“Jane, thank you so much during this period. If it weren’t for you, the orphanage’s children would probably have been disbanded.” The headmistress was moved.
“Disbanded? Why?” Jane frowned. She hadn’t done anything.
“The orphanage wasn’t doing well. Recently, some children fell ill, and outsiders thought our environment was bad. The children didn’t have money for medical treatment. If your husband hadn’t reached out, these children wouldn’t be so lively. They say it’s all because of your guidance.” The headmistress reminisced about the past, talking non-stop.
Jane fell silent. It seemed like he liked children more than she had imagined. She looked at a photo on the wall, feeling a sense of familiarity. The person in the picture seemed familiar.
Underneath the photo was labeled “Candy.” Jane was surprised. Was this Lena when she was young?
“Don’t you recognize your own photo?” The headmistress laughed casually.
“My photo?” Jane was surprised and asked in astonishment.
“Yes, your nickname was Candy! This is a photo your mother sent.” The headmistress told her the story, but Jane didn’t remember any of it.
“Are you mistaken? I have no recollection at all.” How was she connected to Candy?
“When you were young, you were very mischievous. Your mother deliberately sent you to the orphanage to scare you. You stayed at the orphanage for a while, but one time you hit the back of your head and bled a lot. Your mother was terrified and brought you back home.” The headmistress spoke sincerely, not sounding like she was lying.
“Why don’t I have any memory? Not even a slight recollection?” That was the confusing part for Jane.
“When you were young, you loved eating candy. Every time you ate too much, your teeth would hurt. When it hurt, you would shout for candy. But since your injury, you never mentioned eating candy again. To make you completely forget, your mother changed your nickname Candy as well, and now you’re called Jane.”
The headmistress’s words were somewhat similar to the vague impression in her memory.
“After your injury, you couldn’t remember your nickname anymore. But I thought this photo was particularly meaningful, so I kept it until now.”
Jane was shocked. Her nickname was also Candy?
Was this the same Candy that Patrick had been longing for?
Perhaps it was just a coincidence.