Jarrodâs countenance remained impassive.
âPlease, Jarrodâ¦â Vicki implored.
âThink of the countless occasions my father aided you.
Weâre allies, are we not? Our enterprises have joined forces in numerous endeavors.
You cannot disregard all that, can you?â
Jarrod retorted icily, âI wouldnât have created a spectacle if the individual responsible for harming my son hadnât been punished.
â
âI swear, Jarrod, it wasnât me! You have to believe me!â Vickiâs voice trembled with urgency, still refusing to acknowledge her own wrongdoings.
If she were found guilty of causing harm to Austin, it would effectively extinguish any hope of salvaging her relationship with Jarrod.
The depth of Jarrodâs love and concern for Austin was something Vicki understood all too well.
She had witnessed firsthand the lengths to which Jarrod was willing to go for Austinâs well-being, even contemplating the possibility of undergoing ligation.
Such devotion was anything but ordinary.
âThen let the police handle this and clear your name.
â Jarrod lifted his foot, preparing to go in.
âAs for the cooperation with the Hampton family, your fatherâs taken a piece of the action, accounting for 80% of the profits.
Iâve already settled our debts with the Hamptons, delivering a hefty profit of a hundred billion.
Wonât that be enough?â Jarrod remarked and then walked away without waiting for an answer.
Vicki tried to go after Jarrod, but her path was blocked by the stern security guard stationed at the door.
Yet, rather than permitting Vickiâs exit, the guard remained vigilant, ensuring she didnât slip away, awaiting the imminent arrival of the police.
Seated helplessly on the ground, Vicki pondered the abrupt and drastic turn of events that had unfolded in just one fateful night.
How could Nicole end up becoming Jarrodâs wife? That was her spot!
In frustration, Vicki dug her nails into the earth, shattering her meticulously manicured nails without registering the pain.
Determined to reclaim what she assumed was rightfully hers, she harbored an unwavering resolve.
And then, a surge of rage pulsed through Vicki, fueling her determination to make Nicole and Austin regret the day they were born.
With Austinâs guidance, Nicole swift ly located the humble abode where Kamilah was being held captive.
Stepping inside, Nicole found Kamilah lying in bed, her complexion pale and lifeless Tears streamed down Nicoleâs face as she knelt beside Kamilahâs bed, her silent sobs echoing in the room.
âKamilahâ¦ââ Austin, his voice trembling with fear, grabbed Nicoleâs arm tightly as he pleaded, âKamilah⦠Wake upâ¦â
In the midst of their despair, Jarrodâs voice broke through the turmoil, offering a glimmer of hope.
âSheâs still breathing.
â
Nicole looked up, her eyes meeting Jarrodâs with a mixture of relief and anguish.
Despite its faintness, Kamilahâs breath remained.
Excitement and relief washed over Nicole as she embraced Austin.
âAustin, I have called an ambulance.
She will be fine,â she reassured with a hopeful smile.
Jarrod assessed the situation with a critical eye and said, âWaiting for an ambulance might cost us precious time.
Iâll drive her to the hospital myself.
Letâs bring the doctor along.
â
Swiftly shedding his suit jacket and rolling up his sleeves, Jarrod moved to lift Kamilah with careful urgency.
Noticing Nicole on the sidelines, Jarrod quickly delegated a crucial task to her.
âNicole, grab Austin and check for any leftover soy milk.
Rush it to the hospital so they can analyze its contents.
Itâs vital for accurate treatment and to prevent any misdiagnosis.
â
His voice cut through the panic with clear, authoritative directives.