Chapter 1210

Chapter 1210:

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I have understood the balance of gains and losses. With the wedding just around the corner, repeating the sympathy suicide attempt might provoke disgust rather than compassion. Once was too much. He wouldn't dare try it again.

"I'll do whatever you tell me. But don't leave me. I'll listen to you in everything," Vicki pleaded, her voice breaking with crying and her face wet with tears, initiating compassion in anyone who saw her.

A rich young woman looked depressed in such a state. There was no man who did not feel anything.

And Vicki, with her clean record and tendency to avoid conflict, seemed even more understanding.

Jarrod was quite pleased. He patted her on the head and said calmly, “Good.”

It was late at night.

Nicole lay in the hospital bed, the lights in the room long since turned off.

In the darkness, he stared at the ceiling with wide eyes.

She seemed calm on the outside, but inside she was a mess. The feeling of confusion and helplessness overwhelmed her when she was alone.

He had to maintain his composure in front of others, while inside he tormented himself thinking of how to escape his situation.

He had already tried to free himself twice, with little success.

Whether faking his death or trying to escape, he always found himself back at square one.

Jarrod had her tied to him like a kite. With just a gentle tug, he could bring her back. And all her attempts to defend herself seemed, in retrospect, ridiculous.

Nicole thought bitterly that even fate seemed to favor her. Why? Why was life treating her so unfairly?

The door creaked open.

The sound of familiar footsteps made Nicole's body instinctively tense. She quickly closed her eyes, pretending to sleep.

The footsteps stopped beside his bed.

Nicole felt as if poisonous eyes were staring at her, sending shivers down her spine.

After a tense silence, Jarrod said, “Nicole, I sometimes wonder, if you really died, what would I do…”

Apparently he didn't realize she was awake while he was uttering these absurd words.

Then his large hand cast a shadow over her delicate neck.

For a moment, Nicole was afraid that Jarrod had murderous intentions, that he might kill her.

But then, the footsteps faded away.

Nicole opened her eyes, her breathing unsteady, as if she had narrowly escaped an ominous threat. She couldn't remain passive. She had to find Roscoe and try to get back in touch with the nanny responsible for Austin's care.

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