Unexpected Fiancée

Chapter 123: Patrick, You Can'T Be Hurt

Chapter 123: Patrick, You Can't Be Hurt

Patrick, you absolutely cannot be hurt!

Jane gritted her teeth against the pain and got out of bed.

She had to find Patrick; she needed to see him with her own eyes, see him unharmed.

"Miss North, you're awake?" Just at that moment, Jones entered the room.

"Jones, it's great that you're okay," Jane said with relief upon seeing Jones. She quickly asked, "Where's Patrick? Where is he? Have you seen Patrick?"

Jones glanced at Jane, hesitating before saying, "Mr. Pansy, he..."

"How is he?" Jane couldn't wait, her tone full of urgency, pushing for answers.

"He's injured, currently receiving emergency treatment." Jones sighed and added, "Mr. Pansy, his injuries are quite severe."

Emergency treatment... severe injuries...

Jane's head buzzed, and suddenly, everything went blank.

Patrick was injured because of her.

The moment the warehouse exploded, that breathtaking scene kept flashing in Jane's mind.

If he hadn't tried to save her, Patrick wouldn't be injured at all.

"Where's the emergency room?" Jane shouted at Jones.

Seemingly startled by Jane's state, Jones answered after a moment, "On the eighteenth floor."

As soon as Jones finished speaking, Jane rushed out of the ward, heading for the elevator.

But the elevator was on the top floor. Jane turned and went to the stairs, swiftly making her way to the eighth floor.

Jane's room was on the fifth floor. She climbed thirteen floors in one go and finally reached the eighteenth floor.

"Where's Patrick?" Jane grabbed a doctor in a white coat, asking frantically in French.

"Oh, you mean Mr. Pansy from Pansy Group?" The doctor gave Jane a quick once-over, pointing inside, "In that emergency room."

"How is he? Is he okay?" Jane urgently inquired.

The doctor shook his head, "Sorry, I don't know."

Jane sprinted to the entrance of the emergency room. A nurse stopped her, "I'm sorry, miss, the doctor is treating a patient. You can't go in."

"The patient inside, is he okay?" Jane stared anxiously at the tightly closed door of the emergency room, asking with worry.

The nurse smiled politely, "Miss, please rest assured. The doctor will do his best."

Rest assured?

How could she rest assured?

If something happened to Patrick, she would be guilty for a lifetime.

Jane's heart hung tightly, hands clasped in front of her, praying incessantly.

He'll be fine; Patrick will definitely be fine!

"Miss North." A familiar voice reached Jane's ears.

Following the sound, Jane discovered Bruce and several managers from Pansy Group's French branch sitting in seats next to the emergency room. Every face bore expressions of deep concern.

Jane walked over. "Mr. Bruce, how's Patrick?"

Bruce's face hardened. "I just arrived. I rushed over as soon as I got the news. How could something like this happen?"

"I don't know. The warehouse exploded." Jane rubbed her temples, responding.

She suddenly realized that something was off.

The warehouse didn't explode earlier or later, precisely when she and Patrick went over.

Could there be such a coincidence in this world?!

Just then, the door to the emergency room opened, and a doctor wheeled Patrick out.

"Patrick, are you okay?" Jane took a quick step forward, looking at Patrick with concern.

But Patrick didn't answer her.

He was unconscious, lying quietly on the hospital bed. His extraordinarily handsome face was now deathly pale, eyes tightly shut. Bandages covered his head and legs, with faint traces of blood seeping through.

Seeing Patrick like this, Jane's nose tingled, and tears threatened to spill. This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

She sniffled, telling herself she had to stay calm. She couldn't afford to panic now.

"Doctor, is he okay?" Jane turned to the doctor nearby, her voice slightly trembling.

She feared hearing what she didn't want to hear.

The doctor spoke solemnly, "Mr. Pansy was hit on the head and legs by a steel plate. The head injury is quite severe. Although we've provided emergency treatment, the situation is still not optimistic."

Not optimistic... what does that mean?

Jane's heart felt like it had been ruthlessly stabbed, the pain intense.

Why was Patrick so foolish, risking his life to save her?

"When will he wake up?" Jane bit her lip, urgently asking.

The doctor sighed softly, "It's hard to say. He might wake up tomorrow, or..."

The doctor didn't continue, but his implication was clear.

Worry, anxiety, regret... a myriad of complex emotions churned in Jane's heart. She looked down at the unconscious Patrick, spoke with determination, "No, Patrick will be fine!"

Bruce patted Jane's shoulder. "Yes, Patrick will be fine. Miss North, you're also injured. Go back to your room and rest. We'll arrange for someone to take care of Patrick."

"I'm fine. I want to stay with Patrick." Jane shook her head.

The doctor pushed Patrick into the VIP ward. Jane sat by the bed, gazing at the familiar handsome face. Regret filled her voice, "I'm sorry, Patrick. It's all because of me that you got hurt. If I hadn't insisted on coming to France, none of this would have happened."

Pausing, Jane held Patrick's hand. "Patrick, you have to wake up, you must!"

At that moment, a gentle knocking echoed.

Jane opened the door cautiously, and Jones stood outside.

"Jones, is there something wrong?" Jane asked softly.

Jones glanced into the room. "Mr. Pansy, is he... okay?"

Jane pursed her lips. "Still unconscious."

Jones sighed. "I never expected something like this to happen. Mr. Pansy is strong; he'll be fine."

Jane raised her gaze, glancing at Jones. "We arrive in France, and the warehouse explodes. Too coincidental. Jones, have you found anything?"

"Everything happened too suddenly," Jones's eyes darkened. "At the explosion site, firefighters discovered two casualties."

Jane's eyelids twitched. "Two casualties? Who were they?"

"We suspect they were warehouse personnel. We need further DNA testing to confirm," Jones spoke in a low voice. "With the issues in the raw materials, it's possible these two individuals were involved."

Jane nodded thoughtfully. "Jones, I appreciate your efforts. Please continue investigating, see if we can confirm whether these two individuals were behind the problems with the raw materials and if

the warehouse explosion is related to them."