Chapter 95: Jane And Candy


    Chapter 95: Jane and Candy


    Patrick fell into silence. He opened the bedside table drawer, picked a cigar, and ignited it with a


    lighter. He sat there, enveloped in a cloud of smoke, his expression a mixture of cold detachment


    and a touch of sadness that creased his brow. Patrick smoked the cigar until it had burned down to


    the end.


    "Candy... She was with me when I was kidnapped as a child."


    Kidnapped? Jane furrowed her brow, recalling that Patrick had mentioned his kidnapping multiple


    times before.


    "Jane, have you ever been kidnapped?"


    She remembered thinking those questions were odd and impolite back then. Now, she wondered if


    Patrick saw her as Candy or a substitute for her.


    Patrick''s expression darkened as he delved into his painful past.


    "The kidnappers targeted me, and Candy was simply in the wrong ce at the wrong time. We


    were both locked up in a cabin somewhere, spending several days in the darkness."


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    "How did you manage to escape?" Jane inquired, her voice thick with emotion. She wanted to


    understand what Patrick and Candy had endured.


    Patrick''s handsome face contorted as he recounted, "Candy fell off a cliff to save me."


    He didn''t want to dwell on the past; the memories were too painful. He had been powerless to save


    Candy, only watching helplessly as she disappeared into the abyss. Candy had never been heard


    from again, but Patrick hadn''t given up hope. He''d been searching for her ever since but had found


    nothing.


    Jane fell silent, the realization of the tragic nature of Patrick''s past with Candy settling in.


    Candy had risked her life to save him. She might even be dead. Patrick''s inability to forget her now


    made sense.


    "Do I resemble Candy?" Jane suddenly asked.


    Patrick was taken aback. Candy was just a child when these events urred, and his memories of


    her appearance were vague. What he remembered most about Candy was the warmth she had


    radiated, an unforgettable sensation. When he was alone with Jane, it felt like she was Candy, not


    due to physical resemnce but because Jane exuded a simr faint fragrance and gave him that


    same warmth.


    "You share some simrities," Patrick admitted.


    Jane couldn''t shake an ufortable feeling. She now understood why Patrick had been so


    protective of her in the past, willing to put himself between her and danger, or go to great lengths to


    help her when she was falsely used by Monica.


    He had asked, "Don''t you think we should work on our rtionship?" because he saw her as a


    recement for Candy.


    Jane took a deep breath, realizing her situation. She looked at Patrick and spoke firmly, "Patrick,


    listen to me. I am Jane, a unique individual. There''s only one of me in this world. I won''t be anyone''s


    substitute. My future husband must love me unconditionally. I won''t marry someone who sees me


    as a recement. So, it''s impossible for us to be together."


    With her resolute tone, Jane got up, grabbed a nket from the bed, and went to the sofa to lie


    down.


    The firmness in her voice reverberated in Patrick''s ears as he watched her.


    It waste at night, and both Jane and Patrick had a sleepless night. Janey on the sofa,


    pondering the past month with Patrick. He truly was an exceptional man, just as her grandfather


    had promised. He was talented, handsome, capable, and highly regarded in the city. However, his


    heart belonged to his childhood love, Candy.


    Jane was always a perfectionist, especially when it came to love. She would never be a substitute


    for someone else, no matter how exceptional the man was. Patrick''s heart belonged to Candy, and


    that was a fact Jane couldn''t change.


    In the morning, Jane and Patrick both looked exhausted as they left the room. Mike, who was in a


    cheerful mood, noticed their tired expressions when he opened the door for them.


    "None of the dishes went to waste," Mike muttered, giving them an ambiguous smile. "You two need


    to control yourselves."


    Jane was left speechless. She couldn''tprehend what was on Mike''s mind. As she arrived at the


    office, she couldn''t stop thinking about the story of Patrick and Candy. If Candy was the woman


    Patrick loved, Jane was determined to help him find her. She sent a message to Anthony.


    "Please help me investigate someone."


    Anthony responded promptly, "Who?"


    "A girl who was kidnapped with Patrick ten years ago. Her nickname is Candy."


    "Ten years ago? Do you have any other information, anything else?"


    Jane replied, "That''s all I know. Please get back to me as soon as possible."


    Anthony, however, seemed helpless. "Okay."


    Jane was confident in Anthony''s abilities. In the past, he had always been quick toplete any


    task she assigned. However, this time, Anthony didn''t respond for a long time.


    Jane waited until it waste at night before calling him. "How is the investigation going?"


    "I couldn''t find anything."


    Jane was taken aback. How was it possible that Anthony, who was known for his exceptional skills,


    couldn''t find any information?


    Anthony sounded guilty and filled with self-doubt. "I''m sorry, Ada. I tried my best, but... I really


    couldn''t find anything."


    "Maybe it''s because I''m not skilled enough. Ada, maybe you should try..."


    "Okay, I understand," Jane replied and hung up the phone. Frowning, she wondered what kind of


    girl Candy was and what had happened that day. Most importantly, why couldn''t Anthony find any


    information about her?