At this moment, Jarrod pulled Jarrod and dragged her out of the car.

His grip was tight around her waist. But Nicole, fueled by an unknown force, grasped a knife and aimed it at Jarrod's neck, targeting a lethal spot.

With coldness flashing in his eyes, Jarrod caught the knife that was just centimeters away from his neck.

"Are you trying to murder me for an illegitimate child?" Jarrod growled through clenched teeth.

Beads of sweat form on Nicole's forehead. She strained to push the knife forward, but that last centimeter felt impossible.

Her weakened, battered body was no match for the strength of a grown man.

Jarrod, whose eyes bore a sinister gaze, accused Nicole, “You're trying to kill me so you could run away with your secret lover, aren't you?"

To Jarrod, Nicole's spirits seemed to be consumed by malevolence.

Perhaps he should have left her to drown in the past, instead of rescuing her.

His chilling countenance resembled a demon cast out from the depths of hell, but Nicole remained unafraid.

Although she was trapped in a corner, showing weakness or submission would only worsen her plight.

With hatred burning through her words, she seethed.

“Jarrod, I don't merely wish to end your life. I wish upon you a horrific end, torn apart by wild dogs, and your bones gnawed to pieces!"

Her bitter curse echoed in Jarrod's mind.

The sheer intensity of her loathing, fueled by the existence of another man's child, pushed Jarrod to the edge of insanity. He was overwhelmed with the desire to destroy this cursed woman, piece by piece!

The next moment, Nicole watched in horror as Jarrod's bloodied hand glided along the knife's blade until it reached her wrist.

Snap! He broke her wrist. As he did so, his demeanor resembled that of a malevolent spirit.

The knife clattered to the ground.

"Argh!" Nicole winced and gasped in pain. Her right hand was Limply dangling, and the broken bones caused excruciating pain that no cries could alleviate.

The pain seemed to reach her very core.