Unexpected Fiancée

Chapter 165: How'S My Grandpa?

Chapter 165: How's My Grandpa?

What was supposed to be the most lively and grand engagement ceremony in the world ended abruptly before it even began.

Jane's heart felt as if it were being hammered repeatedly, causing intense discomfort.

"Jane, you wretch! Grandpa's life is hanging by a thread because of you. Are you satisfied?" Melissa, in high heels, pointed at Jane's nose and cursed. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

"Jane, if anything happens to Old Pansy, our Pansy family won't let you off!" Beatrice also joined in, raising her hand to slap Jane across the face.

Jane's gaze turned colder; she grabbed Beatrice's hand and pushed her back. "Old Pansy had a heart attack, and I regret it deeply. But dare you say you're not responsible for Old Pansy's condition? Who was provoking him with words just now?"

"Still trying to justify yourself!" Melissa, helping Beatrice, said, "Aunt, are you okay?"

Reporters, seizing the opportunity, surrounded them, bombarding Jane with questions:

"Miss North, what's your opinion on Old Pansy's condition?"

"Miss North, can you share your plans for the future?"

"Miss North, can you explain why you and Mr. Pansy called off the engagement?"

Jane furrowed her brows, impatiently pushing away the reporters. "Sorry, I'm not taking interviews!"

Melissa saw this as a chance to tarnish Jane's image. She waved to the reporters, "You can come and interview my aunt and me."

Reporters eagerly gathered around.

Clearing her throat, Melissa spoke, "Everyone saw it. Today, my grandpa had a sudden heart attack, all because of Jane's provocation! I, on behalf of the Pansy family, declare here that we have no connection with Jane, this heartless woman!"

Reporters nodded in agreement.

At that moment, Jane found herself the target of public scorn. She didn't want to hear any more, coldly smiling. "Melissa, you, an adopted daughter unrelated to the Pansy family, have no right to be their spokesperson."

Having publicly revealed Melissa's adopted status, Jane disregarded her attempts to speak.

After that statement, Jane left immediately.

Nana and Osborn approached her. "Jane, are you okay?"

"Don't follow me. Let me be alone for a while," Jane said, looking at them.

She knew Nana and Osborn cared for her, but right now, she needed some time alone.

Nana and Osborn exchanged glances. Jane frowned. "Don't worry, I'm fine. I just want to be alone for a bit."

"But, Jane..."

Osborn wanted to say more, but Nana held him back. "Let Jane have some time to calm down."

So much had happened tonight; anyone would struggle to cope. However, Nana trusted Jane to handle everything.

In Osborn's anxious gaze, Jane walked out of the hotel's entrance.

Walking alone on the street, neon lights changing colors illuminated Jane.

Her thoughts were somewhat chaotic. She wasn't sure if she had made a mistake tonight. If she hadn't publicly announced the cancellation of the engagement ceremony, maybe Old Pansy wouldn't have had a heart attack, lying in the hospital for emergency treatment now.

However, even if she hadn't announced the cancellation of the engagement, Patrick would still make the same decision.

Because his Candy had returned.

The result would have been the same, right?

The cold words from Patrick echoed in her ears, "If anything happens to Grandpa, I won't forgive you," and Jane's heart ached intensely.

Does Patrick hate her?

He believes that she's the one who caused Old Pansy's condition.

Unconsciously, the rain poured down in torrents.

The pouring rain struck Jane, soaking her clothes.

The cool night breeze blew, and Jane couldn't help but shiver.

Suddenly, an umbrella appeared over Jane's head, shielding her from the rain and wind.

Jane raised her eyes in surprise; a tall figure stood in front of her – Osborn.

"Jane, I'm worried about you."

Osborn had learned from Nana why Jane had canceled the engagement ceremony with Patrick.

Initially feeling somewhat delighted, Osborn thought that with Candy, whom Patrick had always loved, back in the picture, Jane's proud personality would keep her and Patrick apart.

It meant he had another chance to pursue Jane.

However, at this moment, seeing Jane soaked and miserable, Osborn felt uneasy and heartbroken.

If possible, he didn't want Jane to suffer any harm.

At the hospital,

"Dr. Pater, how's my grandpa?" Patrick's handsome face was filled with concern and tension.

Dr. Pater, the best cardiologist in Guavo, conducted a detailed examination on Old Pansy. With a solemn expression, he spoke, "Old Pansy already had heart disease, but it was controlled with medication. Tonight, he suffered a significant shock, resulting in a sudden heart attack. Immediate surgery is needed."

Patrick frowned, nodding. Looking down at Dr. Pater, he spoke with a cold tone, "Make sure my grandpa is okay."

A powerful aura overwhelmed Dr. Pater, making him tremble. He hurriedly said, "I will do my best!"

The doctor wheeled Old Pansy into the operating room. Patrick stood outside, lit a cigarette.

As the flames flickered at his fingertips, Patrick's face became incredibly gloomy.

Jane's heartless announcement of canceling the engagement ceremony and the scene of Old Pansy collapsing with a heart attack played alternately in Patrick's mind.

He had been looking forward to this day for so long, and it should have been the happiest moment for him. Why did it turn out like this?

"Sir, Old Pansy will be okay," Morton said, looking at his boss with concern.

Patrick ignored him, his deep and cold gaze fixed on the operating room's door.

Beatrice, with Melissa in tow, rushed over. "Patrick, how's your grandpa?"

Patrick calmly replied, "In emergency care."

"Patrick, don't worry. Grandpa will be fine," Melissa said, pulling Patrick's arm, speaking gently to console him.

Patrick turned his head, casting a cold glance at her, and pulled his arm away.

Melissa's eyes dimmed, but she didn't forget to tarnish Jane in front of Patrick. "Patrick, everything that happened to Grandpa is all because of Jane!"

"Shut up!" Patrick's gaze turned cold, his patience wearing thin.

Melissa trembled, on the verge of saying something, but Beatrice held her back. "Melissa, Patrick is not in a good mood right now. Let him be."

Melissa fell silent.

After an unknown amount of time, the operating room door finally opened.

Patrick took long strides towards it. "Dr. Pater, how's my grandpa?"