Chapter 302

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Jarrod massaged his sore temples.

Jarrod had met Wesson on several occasions and found him to be astute and complex.

The idea that a man like that would contemplate suicide baffled Jarrod.

Was Wesson really going to do it? Or was it just an act?

Deep down, Jarrod thought that Wesson's possible suicide might put an end to his parents' unfortunate deaths.

However, he couldn't help but worry about Nicole's well-being in such a scenario.

For the first time, Jarrod considered forgiving Wesson for Nicole's sake.

However, he doubted Wesson's intention to end his life, suspecting that it was a ploy related to the Lawrence Group's financial problems.

The live broadcast continued.

Suddenly, the camera shook and focused on the desperate screams of a woman. It was Nicole.

He was on his knees, his sobs wrenching.

"Dad... Dad... Please come down... Don't do this..."

Jarrod's heart raced. He remembered the disturbing nightmare. In his nightmare, Nicole looked at him with bloody eyes...

Overcome by an unknown fear, the serene Jarrod visibly paled.

In a broken voice, he exclaimed: "Speed ​​up!"

In the Lawrence Group, a frail figure stood by the window in the pouring rain.

Nicole, disheveled and distraught, knelt, her pleas barely audible amid her hoarse cries.

"Dad. Please come down... Don't leave mom and me... Please don't leave.

His voice dropped to a whisper, his anguish palpable to everyone present.

His actions touched everyone's hearts.

Meanwhile, firefighters quickly deployed a large air cushion.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Wesson, full of anxiety.

A firefighter, noticing that Nicole's lips were chapped and her voice hoarse from prolonged crying, offered her a bottle of water and reassured her: "Miss Lawrence, don't worry too much. We are trying to locate his father. He'll be fine..."

Just as Nicole grabbed the bottle and was about to express her gratitude, a scream pierced the air.

«Ahhh! "He jumped!"

Looking up, Nicole witnessed a dark figure plummet.

Bang! The sound, heavy and shocking, resounded like thunder.

His ears rang.

For a brief moment, Nicole's heart and breathing seemed to stop.

Boom! The bottle slipped from his hands, rolling.

Suddenly, Nicole's vision blurred as if rain overwhelmed her senses.

Desperation appeared on his face and he seemed ready to faint.

After what seemed like an eternity, he finally saw a faint light.

“No…” Unable to speak due to grief, Nicole cried as she crawled towards the horrible scene.

The vision was unmistakable. His father's features were unrecognizable...

She remembered picking out his sapphire blue suit and tie this morning. Acting like a spoiled child, she told him, "You look younger in this suit."

Wesson smiled warmly and replied, “I'm glad to hear it. I'm still strong, so no one can hurt my dear daughter..."

As the rain fell relentlessly, blood flowed from Wesson's body, mixing with the rainwater, as Nicole knelt next to the corpse.

The blood belonged to Wesson, the man who gave life to Nicole and raised her...

But how had it come to this?

Frantically, Nicole tried to approach her father, but the staff members held her back, holding her arm firmly.

«Dad, how could you leave me like this? Dad, don't you care about me?

Why don't you answer? Dad, let's go home. Together…"

Nicole even coughed up blood between her sobs. Tears mixed with blood ran down her face.

The scene was horrible and heartbreaking.

A black cloth covered Wesson's mangled body.

"No! Don't take it! Don't take my father! Please stop!” Nicole screamed.

«Don't take it. He's always cold in winter…” Nicole whispered hoarsely.

Wesson's blood, diluted by the rain, spread across the ground.

Nicole felt as if her heart had been ripped out, leaving her in unbearable grief.

"Dad..." She would never again hear him call her by her affectionate nickname. His world had been shattered...

When Jarrod arrived, Wesson had already been placed in an ambulance.

The blood-stained floor was the silent testimony of the tragedy.

Jarrod, shocked, stumbled back.

He saw Nicole crawling on the floor. Their gazes met in a moment of shared pain.

It wasn't until that moment that Jarrod saw Nicole's face clearly.

Nicole's eyes were stained with blood.

At that moment, Jarrod's heart tightened as if gripped by an invisible force. He wanted to turn around, hide.

But when Nicole saw him, her eyes burned with hatred.

«My father is dead, Jarrod. I have lost my father. Are you happy now, Jarrod? Nicole's words were full of contempt and lacked emotion.

Jarrod was stunned by Nicole's words.

Did he revel in the tragedy of the Lawrence family? At all. In fact, it was quite the opposite.

Jarrod had never wished for Wesson's death because it meant losing influence over Nicole.

Jarrod's mind was in a whirl, struggling to process the events.

He found it hard to believe that Wesson committed suicide. For what reason? Was it simply because of debt? He would be willing to pay off those debts if Nicole agreed to have his child.

«You said you would destroy that contract, but you used it to coerce my father. Jarrod, you're nothing but a snake! "A fucking idiot!"

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