Chapter 1371

Chapter 1371:

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Alec sawed in frustration. “Damn it, I shouldn't have intervened! Now that Jarrod is unconscious, if you fail for Miguel’s trap again, he’ll surely finish you off!”

Nicole stared at him. “Thank you for earlier. As for my fate, it's none of your business.”

Alec gasped. This woman…

Nicole insisted: “When Jarrod wakes up, tell him that there will be no gratitude for his actions. The past remains indelible, and my animosity will not dissipate.”

With that statement, Nicole walked away without looking back.

Alec was stunned and muttered to himself, "She's totally ruthless and unyielding!"

Fuming with frustration, Alec found himself powerless to act. After all, Jarrod was a hopeless romantic, with his heart set on Nicole.

Alec banged his head against the wall three times in an attempt to calm his agitation. He warned himself not to succumb to love, lest he become like Jarrod, susceptible to vulnerability.

Despite Jarrod's reluctance to admit it, Alec could tell the truth right in Jarrod's face: Jarrod fell head over heels for Nicole!

After leaving the hospital, Nicole decided to return straight home, leaving for any other destination. She cared little about anything else, giving herself over to sleep without reservation.

He needed to come up with a plan to rescue Roscoe without recklessly throwing himself into danger. It was clear that Miguel intended to eliminate anyone who would stand in the way of his plans.

Roscoe's unwavering support over the years was invaluable and unforgettable to Nicole. Those memories were profound. Without Roscoe's help, she might have perished long ago, and Austin might never have existed.

However, living as a human being meant to face not only life's challenges, but also emotional scars that were difficult to erase.

That sudden pain.

Fortunately, there was a strong and emotionally stable man like Roscoe, who had been by Nicole's side through it all. With his support, she found the strength to persevere, living year after year.

He forced himself to fall asleep, putting all his thoughts aside.

I was sure there would be a solution. There had to be a way.

Jarrod opened his eyes to a new day, but he was still bedridden, his complexion ashen from blood loss and his lips pale.

Alec walked in and noticed Jarrod staring absentmindedly at the door. It wasn't usual. Jarrod was usually attentive.

Alec felt a pang of sadness. Anxious not to disappoint Jarrod, he said awkwardly, “Miss Lawrence was at the hospital yesterday. She left when the doctor assured her you were stable. “She seemed exhausted, probably went home to sleep.”

Alec's words were half-truths. He was telling the truth but rearranging the sequence. His intention was simple, to lift Jarrod's spirits, as Jarrod's gloomy mood was disturbing.

Sir, Miss Lawrence thanks you for saving her. On that mountain road, she really struggled to get you up. I don't think she despises you that much.

"That's enough. Get out."

Jarrod preferred solitude. He was not easily fooled. He understood Nicole's feelings for him all too well. No matter how many times he rescued her, it seemed unlikely that she would change her heart. She loathed him, perhaps enough to wish him ill.

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