If Alec hadnât intervened, he might have been the one who suffered the loss of an arm.
How could Jarrod not be troubled by that prospect? The thought of Nicole not shedding a tear if he lost an arm gnawed at him.
Jarrodâs tone turned icy.
âI promised only to spare his life, nothing more.
â
Alec caught the underlying implications immediately.
Jarrodâs words carried layers of meaning, reigniting a fierce will to live within Alec.
âDonât fret.
I will recover in no time,â he declared, his resolve unwavering.
Alec vowed to recover swiftly and then deal with Roscoe.
If he could rid himself of that nuisance, he would still be valuable to Jarrod.
As Alecâs determination shone through his eyes, Jarrod was relieved.
He knew deep down that he had made the right call.
Letting Alec go after Roscoe was the only lifeline left to throw Alec.
It was the one thing that might reignite Alecâs will to live.
At that point, Jarrod understood Nicoleâs mindset.
It dawned on him that when one harbored a genuine dislike for someone, the latterâs well-being became inconsequential.
Even sparing their life becomes less about mercy and more about ensuring they endure relentless torment.
Nicole sat patiently while getting her bandages.
The nurse left after finishing her work.
Nicole was about to follow suit when Jarrod walked in.
His intense gaze fell on her hands, now wrapped tightly in bandages Like a mummy.
âAre you feeling any other discomforts? You should get them checked out.
â
âNo, I have already been thoroughly examined,â Nicole replied.
She couldnât help but feel perplexed.
Despite losing a lot of blood, her complexion wasnât pale as usual.
In fact, she looked healthier than ever, almost glowing.
If it werenât for the searing pain from her wounds, she might have believed she had transformed into some kind of monster.
How could she lose so much blood and still look better than before?
Jarrod observed her closely, realizing she seemed perfectly fine.
He said, âGo home and get some rest.
I have to head back to the office.
â
Jarrod said nothing about the events of that day, leaving Nicole feeling even more uneasy.
âWait,â she called out as he turned to leave.
Jarrod paused, his gaze locking onto her.
âWhat is it?â
âIs Alec still blaming Roscoe?â Nicole asked, her anxiety clear as day.
Jarrodâs lips curled into a scornful smirk.
He shouldnât have expected.
âSo what if he is?â Jarrod snapped, anger flashing in his eyes.
âHow do you plan to protect Roscoe?â
âIâm not trying to protect him.
Iâm just being fair.
This isnât Roscoeâs fault, is it?â Nicole reasoned.
Although she knew it might not be the best time to mention Roscoe, given the circumstances.
But witnessing their methods had left her deeply unsettled.
If she didnât confront the issue now, who knew what Roscoe might face?
âThen who do you hold responsible?â Jarrod advanced, his grip tightening on Nicoleâs jaw, his anger boiling over.
âIs it me? Do you blame me for foolishly trying to rescue you?â
âNicole, have you ever considered whose woman you are? Whose wife you are, hmm?â Jarrodâs fury, suppressed since that day in the mountains, erupted like a volcano.
âHave you ever considered being fair to me while you defend Roscoe? Do you know how unfair you have been to me?â