"Jane, I'm here," Patrick's voice came from a distance.
Jane felt relieved and hurried towards the sound.
"I told you to wait for me there. Why did you run around?" Jane's tone had a hint of reproach.
Didn't this man know he was still sick? He made her so worried.
Patrick, however, didn't seem to care about his illness as he proudly showed off two sparrows he had caught. "Sparrows should taste good."
"You... went bird hunting? Why aren't you resting?" Jane scolded him while supporting him. "You still have a fever."
"You care about me?" Patrick had just found some wild fruits in the forest and felt much better now that Jane was showing concern for him again.
Jane rolled her eyes at him. "I don't care about you; who else would I care about?"
"Oh, there's a cave over there where we can rest," Jane said as she noticed a small mountain with a cave on top that could provide shelter from the wind and rain along their path back home.
The two walked into the cave which was warm inside and seemed like another world altogether.
"You rest here properly; don't wander around. I'll go out to find some herbs for you," Jane instructed Patrick before heading up to search for medicinal plants on the mountain top nearby.
As luck would have it, she finally found several herbs that could help clear heat and relieve inflammation after searching carefully on top of the mountain.
When she returned to the cave later that day, an aromatic smell greeted her nose.
"It smells so good!" Jane exclaimed.
Patrick's magnetic voice rang out: "Come over here quickly and try this roasted sparrow."
Jane looked over at Patrick holding several roasted birds skewered onto branches emitting an appetizing aroma.
"Try it," Patrick offered one of them to her but instead of accepting it she carefully took out some herbs she'd collected earlier applying them gently onto his wound instead saying: "How do you feel now?"
Patrick reached out and hugged her tightly saying: "I'm fine."
The medicinal plants worked wonders as by nightfall his fever subsided completely with his complexion returning back to normal by morning light making both their hearts feel relieved knowing they were safe together in such difficult times even though they were stranded in unfamiliar territory far away from civilization without any hope or means of rescue anytime soon...
After several days passed when Patrick's body recovered almost fully enough for them both being able think clearly again without worrying too much anymore - except one thing nagging at their minds - something wasn't right regarding their plane crash landing… It didn't seem like an accident after all!
At the moment of the plane crash, he had already had this idea.
His private plane always performed well and was regularly inspected. It couldn't suddenly lose control.
The only explanation was that someone had tampered with the plane before takeoff.
Who could it be?
From the captain to the crew, they were all long-time employees of The Pansy family and had always been loyal.
Besides, this crash left them uncertain about life and death. No one would joke around with their own lives like that.
He furrowed his sword-like eyebrows. "Actually, I suspect that my father's death wasn't an accident either."
"Are you saying... the person who tampered with your plane is also responsible for your father's death?" Jane's face became serious.
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