Chapter 244 The Most Important Person
Nicole's nerves, strained to their limit, eased only when she was safely inside the ambulance.
A sensation of something descending in her lower abdomen gripped her...
Had her baby failed to live after the torment she went through? A mouthful of blood escaped Nicole's lips.
Her fingers clenched so tightly that blood oozed from her grasp.
Jarrod! What a bastard! How could he be cruel as to get rid of his own child? How dare him! In the hospital, Jarrod remained by
Jamie's side.
Jamie, after a detailed examination, was found to be unharmed.
The fork had missed her artery.
In the chaos, Jamie had pressed her hand against the wound, making the bleeding appear more severe than it was.
Traumatized, Jamie repeatedly voiced her fear that Nicole wanted to kill her, opting to stay in the hospital for a few more days
with Jarrod by her side.
At this moment, Jarrod stepped out of the ward for a moment alone in the corridor.
He was about to light a cigarette when his phone rang.
Alec was on the line.
"Mr.Schultz, I went to pick up Miss Lawrence as instructed, but Mr.Dixon's men had already secured her medical parole."
Mitchel had arranged Nicole's medical parole? Jarrod pondered for a moment and connected the dots.
Raegan must have spoken to Mitchel and asked for help.
He recalled Mitchel's call from the previous night, which he had neglected due to Jamie's distress.
This had to be the topic of that missed call.
He had never intended to detain Nicole for long.

Doing Mitchel this favor seemed right.
"Forget it.Just take care of the remaining issues."
"Already done.The case against her has been dropped."
"Good."
After a pause, Alec added with concern, "But it appears Miss Lawrence sustained serious injuries..."

At this instant, a doctor, hurrying with a gurney, passed by Jarrod.
"Sir, please step aside."
Jarrod moved, his eyes briefly meeting the gurney as he asked Alec, "What did you just say?"
"Miss Lawrence was injured in the detention center," Alec responded.
A moment passed without an answer.
"Mr.Schultz, are you there?"
Jarrod's grip loosened, his phone clattering to the floor.
He stood, stunned and immobile, his gaze locked on the scene before him.
On the gurney, covered in blood, lay Nicole! Her face was deathly pale, a stark contrast to the dark blood under her nails.
Her arm dangled from the gurney, lifeless.

body, the horror of her ordeal evident

searing pain

of the gurney, disbelief etched on his

needed confirmation! The doctor, frowning, tried to

hindering

mind snapped back, and he slowly loosened his grip. But then, a weak grasp caught his hand. "Nicole!" Jarrod's voice was a mix of shock and surprise. Nicole's eyes fluttered open, the whites stained with red. She looked at him, unmoving. “Jarrod, you got what you wanted.You've killed our child yourself!"Nicole's voice, rough and strained as

"My dying wish is for you to be cursed with illness and loneliness throughout your life..."
Her voice, filled with hatred, despair, and revulsion, was hoarse and feeble.
Jarrod watched her lips closely, deciphering each word that others couldn't.
He felt as if her bloodied hand was choking him, his hand stiffening in response.
After a moment, Jarrod spoke through clenched teeth, his voice strained.

is bleeding.Your actions are endangering her life!" To the medical team, Jarrod seemed deranged. They couldn't understand why Jarrod was attempting to communicate with a patient who could only make hissing sounds due to damaged vocal cords. Finally, Jarrod let go. He remained motionless, then retrieved his phone from the floor and followed the medical team. Outside the emergency room, Jarrod's hands shook uncontrollably. He had thought confining her in the detention center would only limit her freedom, granting her a lesson for defying and harming the untouchable. How could things have turned out like this... What did Nicole mean by accusing him of killing his own child? A sharp,

everything that happened to

and you'll be

stretched on for eight

operating room, motionless,

lay on the table, her complexion pallid, her breathing

was in the hands of the hospital's most experienced professor, with a

assisting.

his youth and lack of qualifications for lead surgeon, was

treatment and prolonging

slowly shook his head. "It's too late..." Roscoe, usually composed, showed a crack

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