“I won’t let you suffer.” This was Patrick’s promise.
Jane believed that he would definitely fulfill it.
“Who do you think is behind all this?” Patrick asked her.
Jane sat down and didn’t directly tell him who it was. This was a situation that required analysis.
“She came back from abroad, and she chose a foreign plastic surgery hospital. I remember Beatrice also went to that place. It would be easier if Beatrice helped her.”
In fact, both of them knew that the Doyle family had already lost, and for Florence to quietly enter Jane’s company, she had to rely on Beatrice’s power.
That was why Jane couldn’t find any background information on her.
“Do you suspect my mother?” Patrick asked.
Jane didn’t directly answer, after all, that person was his mother.
“After investigating, I will give you a satisfactory explanation.”
Upon hearing this, Jane silently nodded.
In the Evening
Patrick had already arranged a welcome banquet and invited Finley as well.
The few of them sat together, feeling quite comfortable.
“You really scared me today. I thought your company was done for.” Finley had been at the flower shop all day, but her heart was with Jane.
Jane understood all of this, and she empathized.
“Your worries were unnecessary. Didn’t you see? I handled everything on my own. I’m used to these things.”
Jane silently ate her food, and her mood didn’t seem high.
Meanwhile, Finley kept exchanging glances with Patrick.
“Anyone else in your place probably wouldn’t have had the courage you did. If it were me, I would have given up long ago!” Finley teased, making everyone laugh.
But Jane never showed a smile.
After the meal, everyone had mixed emotions.
Jane stood alone on the balcony, closed her eyes, and carefully felt the breeze brushing against her body. Surprisingly, she didn’t feel the slightest chill.
Patrick took a coat and draped it over her. “It gets chilly at night!”
A faint smile appeared on Jane’s lips.
“I know you’re not happy inside, and I know you’ve been through a lot of grievances lately. You can vent your anger at me and let out all your frustrations.”
Patrick didn’t want her to keep it all inside and risk falling ill.
“I just can’t believe how much one person can hate another person to resort to such methods and make their life so miserable.”
If it were her own child, she would never interfere with their freedom.
Let alone make them resent her.
Those were things she couldn’t do.
“I’ll give you a satisfactory answer after I investigate everything.”
Jane nodded.
She and Patrick returned to their respective companies, and by that time, the results of the investigation had already come out.
It was truly unexpected for them.
“You were right, Mr. Pansy.”
Jane was mentally prepared when the assistant came to report.
“You may leave now.”
Then Patrick immediately called Beatrice.
“My dear son, you finally remembered me all the way from abroad.” Beatrice sounded delighted, completely unaware of the recent situation in the country.
Entertainment news from the country wouldn’t reach her there.
She was probably still living in her own dream, waiting for Florence to come and take care of everything and bring her over?
Jane had no feelings or attachment towards her mother-in-law.
There wasn’t even a reason to talk to her.
“Florence has been caught. She confessed everything. Is it true that you’re responsible for all of this?” Patrick was unusually calm, but his deep eyes concealed countless turbulent waves.
On the other end of the phone, Beatrice was initially taken aback, but quickly tried to distance herself, saying, “You’ve misunderstood me. I have nothing to do with her.”
“You didn’t help her alter the documents, nor did you assist her in entering Jane’s company, or even pave the way for her?” Patrick continued to press.
“Listen to my explanation. I didn’t do any of those things willingly. I just missed you all so much that I resorted to this method! I know it’s wrong.” Since matters had reached this point, Beatrice could only admit her actions.
There was nothing more to be said.
Upon hearing this result, Jane, though mentally prepared, couldn’t help but feel a chill in her heart.
“I’m telling you, regardless of your intentions, you’ve touched a nerve. Since you’re living so carefree abroad and still have the time to meddle in my stuff, I’ll grant your wish!”
Patrick had always been ruthlessly fierce, showing no mercy to anyone.
“Patrick, are you asking me to come back?” Beatrice still held onto a glimmer of hope.
“Starting today, your living expenses are completely cut off. Since you had the money to bribe so many people with Florence, you should have enough to support yourself.”
As soon as Patrick uttered those words, Beatrice began shouting and screaming through the phone. “You’re my own flesh and blood, is this how you treat your mother? I don’t blame you for leaving me abroad, but now you’re cutting off my finances!”
Jane watched the mother and son arguing, gently placing her hand on her slightly protruding belly, silently vowing that she would never allow such a conflict to arise with her own child.
“Florence has swindled away all my money. I’m truly penniless now. If you cut me off as well, I’ll have absolutely nothing for my livelihood!” Beatrice sobbed and pleaded on the phone.
Patrick abruptly hung up, standing alone by the window.
Jane quietly approached him, without saying a word, silently accompanying him.
The two of them remained like this for a long, long time.
Abroad
Beatrice couldn’t bear it for a single day. With her finances cut off, even basic necessities became luxuries. She was confined to her room every day.
Although she had the freedom to come and go, without a penny to her name, where could she go?
Even the housekeeper Patrick had arranged for her had become meaningless.
Fuming with anger, Beatrice packed her belongings while berating Patrick.
Unbeknownst to her, someone had already reported Beatrice’s situation outside the window.
“Mr. Pansy, your mother has begun packing. It seems like she’s planning to return to the country.”
Patrick showed no concern upon hearing this. He opened his drawer and took out a file folder.
“Let her take her time packing. We don’t need to intervene.”
Inside the file folder were all of Beatrice’s visa, passport, and identification card.
Patrick had already retrieved these items; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been so composed.
Let’s see what Beatrice, who now has nothing, will do.
On the other side
Beatrice had searched her entire home but couldn’t find her passport and visa.
It was as if these two things had disappeared into thin air.