Mysterious Mrs. Pansy

Melissa’s mug slipped from her hand, crashing to the floor, and the breakfast she had carried with her was spilled in all directions. Melissa stood there, feigning shock and sadness, a deliberate ploy to manipulate the situation.

Jane was perplexed; she hadn’t pushed Melissa, who had apparently fallen on her own.

Upon hearing the commotion, Patrick entered the room, inquiring, “What’s going on?”

In response, Melissa put on an act for Patrick, her face pale, and tears streaming down her cheeks. “Patrick, Jane pushed me so hard!”

It was evident that Melissa’s intention was to make Jane appear in a bad light.

Jane retorted, “When did I push you?”

Melissa, still playing the victim, shifted her attention to Patrick. “Please don’t blame her, Patrick. Your mom asked me to move Jane’s things to the guest room. It’s natural for her to still be angry with me.”

Jane felt a deep sense of revulsion as she observed Melissa spew these lies.

Mocking Melissa with a cold expression, Jane said, “Save it. Patrick won’t believe your words.”

Melissa, maintaining her pitiful façade despite her inner anger, continued, “Jane, I know you hate me, but I can’t refuse your aunt’s requests. You can be angry with me, scold me, and push me all you want. But the breakfast was made by Auntie for Patrick, and now it’s all on the floor.”

Jane was unimpressed. “Melissa, your acting skills are quite impressive. Ever thought about pursuing a career in the entertainment industry? You’d win an Oscar for sure.”

Melissa, however, shifted her focus to Patrick. “This is the breakfast your mom made for you. She was concerned that you’d be exhausted after working so much yesterday, so she asked me to bring it to you. And now it’s all wasted because of Jane.”

Before Melissa could finish her statement, Patrick interrupted impatiently, “Come on, Melissa. Do you think I’m blind?”

“What?” Melissa was taken aback by Patrick’s response.

“I saw what happened just now, and Jane didn’t touch you at all,” Patrick stated with a furrowed brow. Though he hadn’t seen every detail, his intuition told him that Jane was not the type of person Melissa was portraying her to be.

Melissa, skilled in manipulation, attempted to defend herself. She hadn’t expected Patrick to debunk her story.

From his vantage point, he couldn’t have seen everything that transpired.

Patrick advised Melissa, “Don’t waste your time with such matters. Focus on your studies.”

Melissa, shocked and disbelieving, looked at Patrick. Her hopes were shattered as she hoped he didn’t like Jane and that it was only due to his grandfather’s influence that he had accepted her as his fiancée. Yet the affection Patrick had shown Jane had been undeniable.

“Do you have anything else?” Patrick inquired, pulling Melissa from her reverie.

Coming back to reality, Melissa noticed the bandage on Patrick’s right hand. Worried, she asked, “Patrick, what happened to your hand?”

“It’s nothing. Just a minor injury,” Patrick replied stoically.

Melissa was concerned and anxious, wondering how he had been hurt and why he hadn’t gone to work.

“Why are you hurt? Is it serious?” Melissa inquired.

“I’m not sure, but please don’t tell my mom,” Patrick cautioned in a hushed tone.

Melissa assured him that she wouldn’t, then added, “Why didn’t Jane stay to take care of you? Isn’t there anything more important to her than you?”

Patrick explained, “She has work-related matters to attend to.”

“Patrick, why don’t you let me stay and take care of you?” Melissa asked, hopeful.

“No, I have other things to do. You may leave now,” Patrick instructed.

With that, he turned away and headed to his study, leaving Melissa standing alone with the breakfast she had prepared, now strewn across the floor. Her enthusiasm had waned.NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

In her mind, it was all Jane’s fault. Melissa was determined to find a way to drive Jane away.

By the time Jane arrived at the company, it was already past 10:30 AM. She turned on her computer and resumed working on the unfinished document she had been working on the previous night.

While engrossed in her work, her phone suddenly rang. Glancing at it, she saw that Bruce was calling. She answered promptly, “Hello, Mr. McCoy. This is Jane.”

Bruce’s enthusiastic voice came through, “Hello, Jane! When will the Ice and Fire series be officially launched? We need to discuss plans for mass production. Do you have time this afternoon for a meeting?”

Jane assessed her work and confirmed, “No problem. We can schedule a meeting for this afternoon.”

Bruce was eager to launch the product, given the remarkable quality of Jane’s designs. He believed it would be a huge success in the market.

“Great! I’ll see you this afternoon!” Bruce replied before hanging up.

At 3:00 PM, Bruce and his assistant arrived at Pansy Group. Jane had everything prepared, and she greeted them with a smile.

“Mr. McCoy, I’ve outlined the mass production plan for the Ice and Fire series. Let’s discuss it in the conference room.”

“Alright!” They proceeded to the conference room and were about to start their meeting when they heard footsteps outside. The door was abruptly pushed open, leaving Jane frowning in annoyance at the rude intrusion.