Chapter 1240

Chapter 1240:

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Her tears were touching. She looked fragile and ethereal, her lips bright red, her hair like silk, her complexion delicate like a crystal orb.

Roscoe's mind flickered with a trace of recognition, but it vanished as quickly as it came, shattered by Doreen's piercing scream.

“You're crazy!” Doreen Nicole pushed hard.

Caught off guard, Nicole tripped and fell, her knees scraping against the floor, blood quickly staining her khaki pants.

Doreen, looking at Nicole's friar frame, began to worry that she had caused her some serious harm. Aware that Jarrod still harbored feelings for Nicole, she knew that any serious injury to Nicole could bring her a scolding or more.

Doreen quickly pulled Roscoe, who seemed motionless.

«Roscoe, we have to go now. This woman is deranged and could be dangerous…”

Roscoe looked at Nicole. For some reason, I found it difficult to leave with Doreen, her feet rooted to the ground. “Roscoe!” Doreen shouted again, irritation clear in her voice. She noticed that Roscoe's attention was fixed on Nicole, which irritated her.

Doreen scoffed, wondering what Nicole did so captivating to men. Was it Nicole's slightly fuller figure, her full lips, or her mesmerizing face? Men seemed captivated by her mere presence.

Using disappointment, Doreen grabbed her stomach and screamed in pain. “Roscoe, my stomach… It’s unbearable!”

Doreen clung to Roscoe like an octopus, and he had no choice but to carry her to the car, leaving Nicole behind without a backward glance.

Nicole sat dejectedly on the ground, watching the car disappear, tears blurring her vision. Her heart was pounding with a dull ache.

At that moment, a passerby notices Nicole's condition and approaches worriedly. "Miss, are you okay?"

That voice full of concern made Nicole's tears flow freely, big and bright like pearls.

The passerby was puzzled. “Miss, what's wrong?” “I can take you to the hospital, but I’ll need to record the process with my phone in case there’s some trick.”

Nicole, between sobs, managed to say: "No, it's not necessary."

He tried to hide the pain in his chest.

The passerby scanned her pale face. “Are you sure? You look very unwell.”

“I'm fine. Thank you,” Nicole replied, not wanting to tarnish the stranger’s kind intentions. She knew she couldn't go to the hospital, not with the crucial trial two days away and no room for further complications.

Despite the crushing revelation of Roscoe's amnesia, I have prepared for the challenges that lie ahead.

Gathering her strength, Nicole slowly stood up and limped to a nearby bench to rest.

However, just when it seemed that he was going to calm down, his strength gave out and he collapsed from the bench, unconscious.

Alarmed, the passerby shouted for help. “Miss! Miss! “Can someone call an ambulance?”

Nicole was rushed to the hospital.

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