Unexpected Fiancée
Chapter 177: That Candy Might Be Fake

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 aneyebrow and continued, "I found something on the entertainmentgossip sites. That Candy is a resident singer at Allure Bar, her stagename is Angel."

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

“That's strange then. From what you said, Patrick had been looking forCandy for years, but his people searched for her for several yearswithout any trace. You had Anthony check on Candy recently, but hefound nothing either.

That Candy is just a bar singer. Why couldn't Anthony replace anything?Others might not replace 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 somethings."

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

"Fake?" Jane raised her eyebrows.

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

Candy portrayed the innocent and pure role perfectly, nothing like thekind, 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 nomistake.

So, where did the problem lie?

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

Moreover, this Candy never appeared before, and suddenly she showsup 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 getback, Nana. Let's not discuss this for now. My biggest wish right now isto replace Uncle Newton and heal Old Pansy as soon as possible."

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

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

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

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

“If my intuition is correct..." Jane rubbed her hands together, breathingwarmth into them, “I remember he once said that the place he wantedto 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 fewscattered farmhouses.

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

A middle-aged woman with graying hair opened the door, curiouslyappraising 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 tosettle in Changbai Mountain one day, he would choose to live in MontBrush because his beloved person was there.

The middle-aged woman nodded, pointing to a distant peak. "It's righton 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, whencan we get there?"

The middle-aged woman scrutinized them suspiciously. “In this snowyland, 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 nodoubt it was Uncle Newton!

"Yes, yes, yes," Jane nodded repeatedly. "Auntie, could you tell mehow to replace 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'seagerness, 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 inMont Brush for no apparent reason. But he's a good person. When theweather is good, he often comes down from the mountain. If anyone inthe village is sick, he helps cure them. His medical skills areremarkable.”

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

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

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

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

“I want to go immediately.” Jane couldn't wait a moment longer nowthat 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 youngladies from the south, unfamiliar with the terrain, it's not a good idea.”"Nana, how about this, you stay here," Jane suggested after somethought. "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 snowwill stop tomorrow.”

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

"But..."

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

Seeing Jane's firm attitude, Nana knew there was no use arguingfurther. She could only carefully inquire about the precautions forentering the mountains from the middle-aged woman and repeatedlyremind Jane to be careful.

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