Chapter 1411

Chapter 1411:

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"So that's why you help those trapped in poverty, right?"

Little Nicole's voice was innocent but insightful.

Nicole's father was dedicated to helping many such families, including children raised by elderly grandparents who were unable to work for themselves.

For these families, the absence of a working adult meant a lack of income and hope. Children could starve without outside help, and their future was confined to their impoverished villages.

Even at a young age, little Nicole understood her father's lessons. She declared, "Dad, I'm not eating cheesecake anymore. Let's use that money to help those kids."

Her father laughed softly at her proposal. He pinched her cheek, smiling warmly. “Don't worry, Nicole. You can keep eating your cheesecake. “Dad makes sure to meet our needs first before helping others.”

For a five-year-old, the idea of ​​giving up cheesecake was significant.

Nicole pouted. “Then I’ll eat a little less…”

Her father's laughter filled the air, warm and comforting.

The dream was sweet and comforting, filled with her father's love and warmth. Nicole was so happy that she wished the dream would never end.

But then the scene changed abruptly. Her beloved father was now covered in blood.

In Nicole's dream, the blood flowing from her father seemed to spread endlessly, engulfing everything in its path.

The sight of the crimson terrified Nicole, who screamed and woke up with bloodshot eyes.

Her head was buzzing incessantly, making her dizzy. She looked around, bewildered.

Nicole blinked, trying to recall the previous events. Having anticipated that Vicki would not let her off the hook easily, she had installed a hidden camera in the club's vault. Later, Jemma called Jarrod at the appointed time. Jarrod had then taken her away.

Rubbing her throbbing head, Nicole still felt dazed.

There was a strange smell in the air, something elusive, but…

Nicole was not a naive girl. That smell was strong and familiar. She frowned.

Remembering that she had been drugged the night before, Nicole quickly pulled back her sheets to check for signs of sexual intercourse.

Aside from the bruises caused by Vicki and her bullies, Nicole noticed that her most intimate areas were untouched, save for the deep finger marks on her waist.

They were too pronounced to be overlooked. He couldn't imagine what could have caused such marks. It didn't look like something from a fight. I have hesitated to think further.

Realizing that the clothes were not hers, Nicole's concern increased.

At that moment, the door flew open. Jarrod walked in and saw Nicole sitting up. He said simply, “Are you awake?”

Just after saying this, an oversized pillow rushed towards his face.

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