Plus, having someone Dora didnât reject helped stabilize her condition.
Besides, Jarrod had made all the arrangements for Dora from the very beginning, so Nicole couldnât just tell him to stay away.
Her only choice was to avoid confrontations with Jarrod, which was why she only came to visit her mother when Jarrod wasnât around.
But Jarrodâs work kept him occupied and he rarely visited Dora.
Nicoleâs worries were unfounded.
The nurse saw Nicoleâs fatigue-lined face and said in a sympathetic voice, âMiss Lawrence, why donât you go back home and catch some rest? You must be tired from work, and you live so far away.
You just visited yesterday, and you came here again today.
You must be exhausted.
â
The nurse wasnât aware of the nature of Nicoleâs job.
Nicole couldnât exactly admit to it, so she just said she was at work and often had late nights.
Concerned about Nicoleâs health, the nurse once again reassured, âMiss Lawrence, donât worry.
Iâll take good care of your mother.
â
Nicole replied with a nod, âThank you for your efforts.
Please call me if anything happens.
â
âSure, Miss Lawrence.
â
Nicole got to her feet and studied Dora, who was sleeping peacefully, her eyes closed.
The reluctance was clear in Nicoleâs voice as she said, âMom, Iâm going.
Take care of yourself.
I hope that every time I come to visit you, youâre healthy.
â
Nicole knew that Dora couldnât understand her words, but she still talked every time before she left, hoping that one day Dora would remember her.
A part of Nicole deemed Doraâs current condition as a blessing.
If Dora still had her memories, she would remember that her husband had met his death from a leap from the building, her daughter was in trouble, and her only grandson was in the clutches of the enemy.
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That was the reason Nicole hoped these painful memories would remain lost forever.
Nicole walked out of the sanatorium, completely drained.
It was still early, and she decided to head ba ck and handle some work matters for a while, not wanting to impose on Jemma.
She took out her phone and ordered a taxi.
She had barely waited at the entrance for five minutes when the car arrived.
Nicole opened the carâs door and got into the back seat.
The driver in the front was wearing a mask, prompting her to regard him suspiciously.
Sensing Nicoleâs scrutinize, the driver glanced at her in the rearview mirror and apologized, âIâm sorry, miss.
I have a cold, and I donât want to pass it on to you.
â
Nicole just nodded, not thinking much of it.
Since she had booked the Uber with her phone, the entire trip was being tracked, and there was a one-click emergency call feature.
This made her feel secure, and she soon dozed off in the back seat.
Nicole had no idea how long sheâd been out until she suddenly startled awake.
She thought she might have heard the driver on a phone call, but when she fully awoke, she saw he was still masked and focused on driving.
She wondered if she had just dreamed it.
She looked out the window and saw the gray sky, a sign that rain might start soon.
Nicole stared out for a moment and sensed that something was off.
She quickly checked her phone and asked, âSir, are we on the right road?â