There was a âsmashâ sound, marking the noise of the flowerpot shattering.
Roscoe, rushing toward them, crumpled to the ground.
Nicoleâs vision went fuzzy, and she couldnât make out anything clearly.
âNo!â She screamed in anguish and shoved Jarrod away forcefully.
She then lunged for the balcony railing, intending to leap off.
Jarrodâs eyes narrowed into slits, and he grabbed her sleeve, clutching it tightly.
He hadnât thought she would actually go through with it.
She was genuinely prepared to die for Roscoe! How could sheâ¦
How dare she!
At that moment, jealousy ignited a fiery rage in Jarrodâs eyes.
A wave of fear washed over him.
Nicole truly seemed beyond his grasp now⦠He pulled her back forcefully, embracing her tightly, and screamed, âAre you out of your mind?!â
A fall from three stories wouldnât be lethal, but for someone as fragile as Nicole, it either killed her or left her severely injured.
She was truly willing to jump off without hesitation.
She was serious about her vow to die with Roscoe.
Nicole, resembling a lifeless doll, had an empty stare, her eyes devoid of any spark.
After everything with Jarrod, to reach such a point, who wouldnât feel despair?
Jarrod was livid.
âJust for this man, youâre willing to die? Nicole, have you lost your mind?â
He simply wanted her to surrender.
Why was that so difficult? The flowerpot didnât strike Roscoeâs head.
He had it aimed at Roscoeâs legs, merely as a warning.
As for Roscoeâs collapse, it merely highlighted how weak he was.
Although Jarrod deeply desired to kill Roscoe, somewhere within him, he hesitated.
It wasnât the fear of committing murder.
Jarrod was accustomed to dealing with corpses back in his days abroad, his hands stained with blood.
He never flinched on this regard.
What he truly feared was that Nicole might actually follow through on her vows.
He was merely gambling on this, and evidently, he had lost, completely.
âJarrod, compared to him, you are nothing.
â Nicoleâs voice was hollow, devoid of warmth, crisp, and clear.
For Nicole, Roscoe represented a beacon of hope in her new life, a light in her darkness, an oasis in her desert.
His compassion and steadfastness had slowly healed her, a person too shattered to really live.
Now, with her last hope taken from her, life seemed pointless.
Nicoleâs eyes lacked any glimmer of light.
Darkness enveloped her.
She felt like a solitary boat in a tempest, capsizing and plunging into the abyss.
Her entire world turned utterly dark.
In the hospital room, Nicole lay motionless on the bed, deep in slumber for the past three days.
Jarrod kept a vigilant watch, ensuring the doctors checked on Nicoleâs condition hourly.
Nicoleâs condition hung precariously in the balance.
The doctors forecasted she could only live over a decade if all went well, yet her life could slip away at any moment.
One particularly frank doctor, speaking of Nicoleâs fragility, faced Jarrodâs fury with a brutal assault.
Jarrodâs accusations of incompetence flew as he stripped the doctor of his medical dignity.
Alec intervened swiftly, brokering a million-dollar settlement to quell the storm.
For the average person, such a sum was life-altering, and the doctor, overwhelmed, accepted it readily.