Jarrod had made it clear that the fruit delivered was always fresh, but the hospital roomâs temperature wasnât ideal for storing it, so any leftovers at the end of the day would be thrown away.
Reflecting on it, Leila felt it was a shame to see so much fruit wasted daily.
After Nicoleâs genuine offer, Leila realized it would be stubborn to decline.
She smiled warmly.
âThank you, Miss Lawrence.
â
Nicole assured her it was no trouble at all.
From that moment, their relationship deepened.
The next time Leila came to work, she excitedly told Nicole how her son had loved the fruits, declaring it the best heâd ever had.
Leilaâs words were filled with a simple, infectious joy.
Nicole looked on with envy.
ALl she had ever wanted was that simple kind of happiness.
One afternoon, when the bodyguards were away, Nicole seized the opportunity to ask Leila a favor.
âLeila, could you help me by delivering a message?â
âWho should I deliver the message to, Miss Lawrence?â Leila asked.
Before her shift began, Leila was tasked with closely observing Nicoleâs every word and action, reporting everything back to Jarrod.
This was Alecâs instruction to Leila.
She didnât dare to disobey, but she would choose what to report during her shifts.
Nicole answered, âMy husband.
â
Leila was taken aback.
âYour husband? Then Mr.
Schultz isâ¦â
Nicole explained that she had been forced into this situation by Jarrod, and their relationship was complicated.
Jarrod was determined to tear her and her actual husband apart.
Telling the whole story of her past with Jarrod would take days, so Nicole simply gave Leila the main points.
In her heart, Roscoe was her only husband, and if she were to marry, it would only be to him.
Leila was shocked to hear this.
She had always believed Jarrod was Nicoleâs husband.
After all, he had always been there for her, even acknowledging himself as her husband when the doctor asked for the patientâs family.
So that wasnât the case⦠This fragile young Nicole was truly deserving of pity.
âWhy donât you go to the police?â Leila asked and then felt a bit foolish for even asking.
Jarrod was no ordinary man.
Going to the authorities would likely prove useless.
Nicole offered a wry smile in response.
âIâve tried everything possible.
â
Seeing Nicoleâs drawn, pale face and the sharp contours of her chin, Leila felt a surge of sympathy.
âThen how can I help you?â
Nicole felt a surge of hope.
She hadnât planned to deceive Leila from the beginning.
She simply saw kindness in Leila and decided to take a chance.
Surprisingly, her risk seemed to be paying off.
Leilaâs kindness allowed Nicole a brief moment of forgiveness toward fate.
âI believe heâs being treated here as well, but Iâm not sure which room.
Could you please find out where Roscoe, the young master of the Watts family, is staying?â
Nicole suspected Roscoe might be in this hospital because it was the best in Ardlens.
Considering the Watts familyâs commitment to Roscoeâs well-being, they would naturally choose the best hospital, particularly famous for its orthopedics department.
The odds were good, about ninety percent, that Roscoe was here.