Vicki was taken aback that Nicole had guessed her intentions.
Deep down, she felt Nicole and Austin were nuisances to her.
She couldnât stand the thought of them being alive.
Because as long as they were around, Jarrod would never fully be hers.
But she would never admit that aloud.
Vicki lowered her gaze and responded, âI wonât.
I promise you.
I really wonât.
â
Nicole chuckled.
âMiss Hampton, a promise from someone who canât be trusted is worthless.
I wonât believe you.
From now on, Iâll do everything to protect those I love.
Even if you wield great power and get away this time, weâre not done here.
â
âAh! Iâll kill you!â In a fit of rage, Vicki leaped up, attempting to strangle Nicole.
But before Vicki could get her hands on Nicole, the young police officer intervened.
She firmly cautioned Vicki, âMiss Hampton, please control yourself.
Cooperate with us.
This is your first warning.
â
This was new to Vicki.
The Hampton family had always handled her minor troubles.
She had never been to the police station and didnât think this incident was serious.
She didnât grasp the severity of the attempted murder at all.
Vicki yelled like a lunatic, âDo you know who I am? Iâm a well-known young lady in Ardlens.
If you arrest me wrongly, how will you compensate for my losses?â
The officers ignored her, and one of them said sternly, âSecond warning.
â
âAre you f@cking deaf? Didnât you hear what I just said?â
âThird warning.
Take her away.
â
At the leaderâs command, two officers escorte d Vicki to the car.
Vicki continued to rant, âHow dare you! You will regret this! Donât touch me⦠Do you know the value of this dress? Itâs worth more than your yearly salaryâ¦â
Vickiâs voice faded into the distance as the car drove off.
Nicoleâs expression was icy.
She had learned what type of person Vicki was from their past encounters.
Vicki wouldnât let this go and was sure to retaliate.
She knew she had to be ready.
Nicole took the villaâs car to the hospital.
Upon arriving at the ward, she noticed Jarrodâs tall figure standing by the door.
Nicole approached and asked, âHow is she?â
Jarrod replied, âDonât worry.
The specialists are still consulting with her.
â
After speaking, he dr@ped the suit jacket he was wearing over her shoulders.
As Jarrod looked down, he noticed goosebumps on Nicoleâs neck.
She was lightly clad, and the hospitalâs air conditioning sent a chill through her.
Nicole was preoccupied with Kamilahâs grave condition, too drained to object when Jarrod offered his jacket.
Jarrod appeared cheerful by her lack of resistance, his smile unwavering.
The specialist consultation took nearly three hours, concluding with a decision to undertake blood purification therapy, a lengthy and complex blood transfusion process.
The outcome was uncertain.
Kamilah might never regain her independence, the worst-case scenario being a life of dependency.