âYou used a gastric ulcer to trick me into thinking it was cancer, didnât you? To buy time, to save your father,â Jarrod accused, his voice dripping with venom.
âEighty million.
How many men did you sleep with to gather this much money? Yet, you still havenât gotten rid of that child youâre carrying.
Remarkable indeed.
â
Nicole listened intently to Jarrodâs accusations.
Stomach ulcer? Bastard? Kieranâs sudden involvement?
It all seemed like a well-crafted trap set to entangle her.
She wondered why she warranted such elaborate schemes from others.
Even without these accusations, Jarrodâs treatment of her was harsh enough.
What was there to gain in all of this?
Keeping her composure, Nicole replied, âJarrod, did Jamie feed you this story? Stomach ulcer, an illegitimate child, Kieranâs involvement.
It seemed she went to great lengths to weave such a complex story.
â
âShut up!â Jarrodâs eyes blazed with fury.
âYou have no right to talk about Jamie that way! Sheâs nothing like you!â
In Jarrodâs mind, Jamie had flaws, but not to the extent of orchestrating such a scheme.
âJarrod, a simple check can confirm whether I have stomach cancer.
As for the childâ¦â
Nicole paused, her heart heavy.
She had wanted to give birth to the baby to ease her parentsâ agony when she met her demise because of the cancer one day.
But if Jarrod knew, he would never let her keep it.
âs BunnyBookery Jarrodâs gaze was icy as he cut her off, âLost your words? You probably donât even know who fathered the child.
Since you crave such a lifestyle, Iâll grant you that wish!â
Suddenly, he scooped her up effortlessly.
He was startled by her lightness.
She felt no heavier than a child.
Nicole, unsure of his intentions, panicked.
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âJarrod, where are you taking me? Let me go! Iâve given up on my company.
You have no right to do this to me!â
Undeterred, Jarrod carried her to his car and placed her inside.
âNo right?â
Jarrodâs laughter was cold as he tossed a stack of documents at Nicoleâs face.
âRead this, then tell me about my rights!â
The papers hit Nicoleâs face, stinging her.
She picked one up, her Limited legal knowledge enough to spot the glaring loopholes in the Lawrence Group project detailed in the document.
Her hands shook as she flipped through each page, stopping only when she saw her fatherâs signature and the companyâs official seal on the last page.