Wesson smiled warmly, responding, âThatâs great to hear.
Iâm still strong, so nobody can harm my dear daughterâ¦â
As the rain poured relentlessly, the blood flowed from Wessonâs body, mingling with the rainwater, while Nicole knelt beside the corpse.
The blood belonged to Wesson, the man who gave Nicole life and nurtured herâ¦
But how had it come to this?
Frantically, Nicole tried to approach her dad, but staff members restrained her, gripping her arm firmly.
âDad, how could you leave me like this? Dad, donât you care about me?
Why wonât you respond? Dad, letâs go back home.
Togetherâ¦â
Nicole even coughed up blood amidst her sobs.
Tears mingled with blood streaked down her face.
The scene was both horrific and heart-wrenching.
A black cloth was dr@ped over Wessonâs shattered body.
âNo! Donât take him! Donât take my father away! Please stop!â Nicole screamed.
âDonât take him away.
Heâs always cold in the winterâ¦â Nicole whispered hoarsely.
Wessonâs blood, diluted by the rain, spread across the ground.
Nicoleâs heart felt as if it had been carved out, leaving her in unbearable grief.
âDadâ¦â She would never again hear him call her by her affectionate nickname.
Her world had shatteredâ¦
By the time Jarrod arrived, Wesson had already been placed in an ambulance.
The bloodstained ground was the silent testament to the tragedy.
Jarrod, shocked, stumbled backward.
He saw Nicole crawling on the ground.
Their eyes met in a moment of shared pain.
It was not until this moment that Jarrod saw Nicoleâs face clearly.
Nicoleâs eyes were streaked with blood.
At that moment, Jarrodâs heart clenched as if gripped by an unseen force.
He wanted to turn away, to hide.
But when Nicole saw him, her eyes blazed with hatred.
âMy father is dead, Jarrod.
Iâve lost my father.
Are you happy now, Jarrod?â Nicoleâs words were laced with scorn and void of emotion.