Chapter 46: Patrick Was Injured


    Chapter 46: Patrick Was Injured


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    It all happened in a blur. The sudden appearance of the knife in Monica''s hand had caught them all


    off guard. The gleaming de was thrust toward Jane with a frightening force.


    Jane, initially shocked, quickly regained herposure and attempted to kick the knife away.


    However, Patrick acted as her shield, stepping in front of her with amanding, "Step back!"


    With Jane safely behind him, Patrick reached out to seize Monica''s arm, holding the knife-wielding


    hand. Jane hadn''t expected Patrick to put his life on the line to protect her. By the time she tried to


    withdraw her leg, it was toote. She identally kicked him in the process, causing him to shift


    slightly and miss grabbing Monica''s hand.


    As a result, the knife grazed the back of his hand. A muffled curse escaped Patrick''s lips as he


    endured the simultaneous effects of the knife and Jane''s unintended kick.


    "Patrick, are you okay?" Jane inquired, a look of concern in her eyes. She had intended to kick


    Monica with all her strength, not Patrick.


    "I''m fine," Patrick replied, his face contorted with displeasure. He applied pressure to the wound


    with his left hand to stem the bleeding, but the pain lingered from Jane''s kick.


    "I''m so sorry. I didn''t mean to hurt you," Monica apologized. She was equally taken aback by the


    events that had unfolded.


    Monica had never intended to harm Patrick; her aim was Jane. She couldn''t understand why he had


    risked his life to protect Jane. To her, everything was Jane''s fault. If it weren''t for her, Patrick


    wouldn''t be hurt.


    "Jane, you wretched woman! You allowed Patrick to get hurt!"


    As Monica continued her usations, a security guard, alerted by themotion, arrived at the


    scene. "Mr. Pansy, are you okay?" he asked with concern.


    "She stabbed him. Detain her," Jane instructed, pointing to Monica.


    "I didn''t!"


    Monica screamed and fled, but the security guard pursued her. Jane paid no further attention to


    Monica and the guard, instead turning to Patrick to inspect his wound.


    "It''s a knife wound. It needs disinfecting and the bleeding stopped as soon as possible," she


    advised.


    "I have a medical kit in my car''s trunk," Patrick said, indicating his nearby vehicle.


    "Let me assist you to the car," Jane offered.


    Despite feeling guilty about her unintended kick, Patrick''s actions had been responsible for the


    injury. Once Jane had helped him into the car, she retrieved the kit from the trunk.


    Jane carefully disinfected and cleaned Patrick''s wound using alcohol and cotton swabs. His injury


    was causing him pain, but her gentle touch provided some relief. He observed her actions,


    wondering where she had acquired this medical knowledge. Did she possess other hidden talents


    and skills? After cleaning the wound, she lightly blew on it.


    "It might sting. Please bear with it," she cautioned before applying iodine.


    Patrick did feel the sting, but his attention was more focused on Jane. He felt an indescribable


    emotion stirring within him, prompting him to reach for her hand. However, Jane thought he was


    being impatient and held his hand down, reassuring him, "Don''t move. It will be fine soon."


    Feeling the warmth of her palm, Patrick found himself unusually softened. In a soft voice, he


    expressed his gratitude, "Thank you, Jane."


    Jane, meanwhile, couldn''t help but notice the change in his demeanor. "Patrick, haven''t we met


    before?" he asked, inching closer to her. She looked like someone he knew, which puzzled her. By


    now, they were so close that their lips could almost touch.


    "Your name sounds so familiar."


    Jane was baffled. Why did he keep asking such perplexing questions? She attempted to recall any


    past meetings, but she was certain that she had only met him less than a month ago at his house.


    Jane was confident that there were no prior encounters.


    "No," she shook her head. "I used to live in the countryside. How could we have met?"


    "I see," Patrick responded thoughtfully, his eyes reflecting a hint of disappointment. "Well, let''s not


    dwell on it. I haven''t finished bandaging your wound yet."


    Jane continued to tend to his wound, finishing the bandaging several minutester. Though the cut


    on Patrick''s hand was minor, it had caused some bleeding. The wound needed to be disinfected


    and properly dressed, and Patrick would require some anti-inmmatory medication. However, the


    impact of Jane''s kick on his leg seemed to be more serious.


    Jane gathered the medical supplies, and then she suggested, "I''ve given you basic first-aid


    treatment. You should visit the hospital for a thorough examination. I''ll take you there."


    "Can you drive?" Patrick asked.


    "Yes," Jane nodded.


    Taking the driver''s seat, Jane smoothly elerated towards the hospital. Seated beside her, Patrick


    gingerly massaged the spot where she had kicked him.


    "Why did you kick me? Were you trying to harm your fiancé?"


    "It wasn''t intentional," Jane said, her brows furrowing. "I was going to kick Monica. I didn''t expect


    you to suddenly step in between us. If not for you, I would have been able to subdue her."


    "Really?" Patrick inquired, his eyebrows raised in surprise. He hadn''t seen the kicking, and it


    had been forceful and urate-qualities not typically associated with an ordinary woman. Did Jane


    possess fighting skills?