Unexpected Fiancée

Chapter 177: That Candy Might Be Fake "Coincidence?" Jane furrowed her brow.

"Yes," Nana nodded, pursed her lips, and asked, "Let me ask you, when did Candy appear?”

"The day Patrick and I got engaged,” Jane thoughtfully replied.

"What about before that? Did Candy not exist?" Nana raised an eyebrow and continued, "I found something on the entertainment gossip sites. That Candy is a resident singer at Allure Bar, her stage name is Angel."

"Yes, before, on Carl's birthday, I saw her at Osborn's place,” Jane nodded, understanding Nana's point.

“That's strange then. From what you said, Patrick had been looking for Candy for years, but his people searched for her for several years without any trace. You had Anthony check on Candy recently, but he found nothing either.

That Candy is just a bar singer. Why couldn't Anthony find anything? Others might not find her, but Anthony is one of the world's top hackers, and you know his capabilities,” Nana explained.

Jane squinted in agreement, “Nana, you're right. I did overlook some things."

"Jane, you're too involved in this. You impulsively canceled the engagement ceremony, giving that Candy an opportunity,” Nana snorted, "I even suspect that Candy might be fake."

"Fake?" Jane raised her eyebrows.

For some reason, she remembered the scene at Pansy Group earlier in the morning.

Candy portrayed the innocent and pure role perfectly, nothing like the kind, cute girl Patrick described.

Something was seriously off here.

Jane rubbed her temples, “But Patrick shouldn't mistake her identity." If Patrick was so sure that Candice was Candy, there should be no mistake.

So, where did the problem lie?

Nana was skeptical, "Why wouldn't he? Haven't you said before that Patrick once mistook you for Candy? If he can mistake you, why not someone else?

Moreover, this Candy never appeared before, and suddenly she shows up on the day of your engagement. It's too much of a coincidence!" Indeed, it was too coincidental.

Jane thought for a moment and said, "Let me investigate when I get back, Nana. Let's not discuss this for now. My biggest wish right now is to find Uncle Newton and heal Old Pansy as soon as possible."

"Jane, you must investigate thoroughly. It's not easy to meet someone you like. Don't give up so easily," Nana said leisurely.

After a long journey, Jane and Nana finally arrived at Changbai Mountain.

It was a vast area of continuous snowy mountains and forests, covered in pristine white.

"Jane, are you sure your Uncle Newton is here?" Nana shivered from the cold.

“If my intuition is correct..." Jane rubbed her hands together, breathing warmth into them, “I remember he once said that the place he wanted to live most was Changbai Mountain."

"Well, intuition..." Nana sighed in helplessness.

Jane glanced at Nana, freezing in the cold, “Let's ask around first." "Okay," Nana nodded, looking around.

At the foot of the mountain, there was a small village with a few scattered farmhouses.

Jane and Nana knocked on one of the doors, “Is anyone in there?"

A middle-aged woman with graying hair opened the door, curiously appraising them, "Who are you looking for?"

"Excuse me, is there a place called Mont Brush nearby?" Jane asked. She remembered that Uncle Newton had mentioned that if he were to settle in Changbai Mountain one day, he would choose to live in Mont Brush because his beloved person was there.

The middle-aged woman nodded, pointing to a distant peak. "It's right on that mountain."

There really was a place called Mont Brush!

Jane's heart leaped with joy. "Is it far from here? If we go now, when can we get there?"

The middle-aged woman scrutinized them suspiciously. “In this snowy land, what are you going to do in Mont Brush?"

"We're looking for someone," Jane said with a smile.

“Looking for someone? Are you looking for Dr. Newton?" The middle- aged woman suddenly realized.

Dr. Newton!

Jane's heart raced. A surname Newton and a healer-there was no doubt it was Uncle Newton!

"Yes, yes, yes," Jane nodded repeatedly. "Auntie, could you tell me how to find this Dr. Newton?"

“Ladies, come inside, and we'll talk," the middle-aged woman said, welcoming them into the house.

"Auntie, can you tell us about Dr. Newton?" Nana, seeing Jane's eagerness, smiled and asked.

The middle-aged woman brought them two cups of hot water. "Speaking of Dr. Newton, he's a peculiar man, insisting on living in Mont Brush for no apparent reason. But he's a good person. When the weather is good, he often comes down from the mountain. If anyone in the village is sick, he helps cure them. His medical skills are remarkable.”

Jane and Nana exchanged glances. “It must be him."

The middle-aged woman asked with some confusion, "How do you know Dr. Newton? He's very peculiar and never lets anyone talk about him."

"My grandfather was friends with him,” Jane replied truthfully.

"I see.” The middle-aged woman nodded. "These days it's snowing in the mountains, and he won't come down. Why don't you stay in the village for a few days? Wait for the weather to clear, and then you can go find him."

“I want to go immediately.” Jane couldn't wait a moment longer now that she had information about Uncle Newton.

Even if she could wait, Old Pansy's illness couldn't.

Finding Uncle Newton sooner meant Old Pansy could recover sooner. “It's dangerous to go into the mountains in snowy weather,” the middle- aged woman kept advising Jane and Nana. "Moreover, you two young ladies from the south, unfamiliar with the terrain, it's not a good idea.” "Nana, how about this, you stay here," Jane suggested after some thought. "You wait for me here."

“You want to go into the mountains alone? That's not a good idea," Nana grabbed Jane. "Let's assess the situation first; maybe the snow will stop tomorrow.”

"But Old Pansy can't wait,” Jane said decisively. "Nana, you know my temper."

"But..."

Nana wanted to say more, but Jane interrupted her. "Just follow what I say. You stay here. If something happens to me and I don't come back, you'll have to find someone to rescue me."

Seeing Jane's firm attitude, Nana knew there was no use arguing further. She could only carefully inquire about the precautions for entering the mountains from the middle-aged woman and repeatedly remind Jane to be careful.

“I will," Jane said. She put on a thick down jacket, wrapped a red scarf around her neck, donned cotton gloves, and smiled. "Wait for my good news!"