As Alec grasped the knife, he moved with an almost mechanical efficiency, raising it toward his neck.
Trying desperately to disarm Alec, Nicole lunged forward.
But even with only one fully functional arm, Alecâs strength was impressive, his desperation overshadowing Nicoleâs feminine power.
Their struggle resulted in a deep cut on Nicoleâs hands, from which blood flowed profusely like a macabre waterfall.
Furious at his intercepted attempt, Alecâs face twisted in anger.
âDamn it! What the f@ck are you doing?â
A single urgent thought consumed Nicole.
Alec must not die.
Despite Alecâs rough demeanor, his unwavering devotion to Jarrod was undeniable.
To Nicole, this loyalty alone justified his right to live.
Beyond that, Alec was a living person, and she could not just watch passively as he edged closer to ending his own life.
The noise brought the guards rushing in.
The sound of the knife clattering to the floor echoed in the tight space.
Nicole slumped to the ground, blood streaming from her hands.
Alec yelled, âGet out⦠All of you, get out!â
A deep gash on Alecâs neck oozed crimson.
The guards, worried Alec might try to harm himself again, pinned him down on the bed.
At that moment, Alec felt utterly humiliated.
In his better days, these guards wouldnât have stood a chance against him.
Now, they overpowered him easily.
He felt he was utterly useless!
The mobility challenge posed by the loss of his right arm threatened to overwhelm Alecâs soul.
His once robust physique, once being his pride, was no longer that case.
Even changing his outfit proved to be a challenge now.
Exasperated by being suddenly plunged into a world seemed like useless for Jarrod, he hated to see himself in need of othersâ help.
Alec wasnât afraid Jarrod would leave him behind.
Quite the opposite, he was confident Jarrod would take care of everything for him in the future, making sure he had everything he needed.
But Alec simply couldnât bear the thought of being useless, no Longer able to engage in fighting, boxing, or any physical activities he loved.
âGet out!â Alec screamed like a madman.
âAll of you, get out now!â
As soon as the guards released Alec, Alec threw a glass at them, which smashed into pieces upon impact.
The guards, fearing further self-harm from Alec, felt compelled to restrain him again.
Just as the situation seemed hopeless, a cool, authoritative voice cut through the tension.
âRelease him!â
Jarrod walked in, surveying the chaos around him.
The bodyguards hesitated, but ultimately, they released Alec.
âSir, please donât bother with me anymore,â Alec said to Jarrod, his earlier madness subsiding, clarity returning to his eyes, though still clouded by despair.
âI truly donât want to live anymore.
â
Back in the mountains, his mind hazy by the impact of the struck, Alec only remembered Jarrodâs unwavering refusal to leave him behind.