They werenât sure if Jarrod was involved.
If he was, that would be an inexcusable error.
Mitchel suggested, âJarrod, if thereâs no fixing it, you should step back.
Allow Miss Lawrence to choose her path.
Avoid further errors.
â
Jarrod arched an eyebrow.
âIf I suggested you release Raegan, would you be able to do it?â
Mitchelâs reply was firm.
âI wouldnât.
â The thought of letting Raegan go, despite the agony it brought, was inconceivable to him.
Jarrodâs face hardened with resolve, his voice steadfast.
âLikewise for me.
Even at the cost of my life, I wonât let her go.
â
Mitchel had no counterarguments left.
The concept of surrendering for the sake of love was an alien idea to Jarrod.
Mitchel suspected it was just as foreign to him.
In the cozy living room, Raegan observed Nicoleâs ashen face, her tone filled with concern.
âNicole, what really transpired?â
Nicole calmly stated, âIt was I who inflicted the wound on him.
â
âWas it unintentional?â Raegan struggled to digest this revelation.
Nicole was known for her levelheadedness, not for actions spurred by animosity.
âIt happened by mistake,â Nicole clarified.
A weight lifted from Raeganâs heart, albeit slightly.
As Nicoleâs eyes welled up, she added, âYet, at the instant I realized what Iâd done, a part of me wished it was fatal.
â
Raegan, visibly taken aback, grasped Nicoleâs shoulders firmly.
âNicole, no matter your hate for him, such actions are not the answer.
â
Nicole wiped away her tears, smiling.
âI wonât mess up.
I promise.
â
Nicole aimed to ease Raeganâs concerns.
Her darker thoughts were hers alone, not to burden Raegan with.
Nicole was aware of Raeganâs nature.
Had Raegan known her plans, Raegan would fret so much that she couldnât sleep or eat.
Taking a deep breath, Raegan said, âNicole, youâre intelligent.
Donât be harsh on yourself because of someone elseâs wrongdoings.
â
âIâm aware.
â Nicole squeezed Raeganâs hand firmly, her face earnest.
âRaegan, I canât do much at the moment.
Can you help me out with something?â
Raegan gave a nod, signaling her agreement.
Nicole peeked around, ensuring their conversation remained private, and said in a low voice, âIâve mailed a box of medication to your workshop, under your name.
After three days, head the medication over to the alley beside 120 Ashfield, find a house marked by three red bricks, and give it to an old lady living there.
â
Raegan felt confused, pondering why such medication had to be shrouded in mystery.