After hanging up, he glared at Nicole with a sneer, "I hope you're ready for the end of your life."

But Nicole was unexpectedly composed.

Facing death with the cancer, she found a strange sense of calm.

After all, what could be more frightening than death itself?

Soon, Alec arrived with documents and disks in hand. He presented them to Nicole, who meticulously checked each one, confirming their authenticity.

Once satisfied, Nicole said with disdain, “Burn them."

Alec glanced at Jarrod, who commanded with a dark expression, "Do it.

Burn them."

The papers and disks were quickly consumed by flames.

Nicole's usually calm demeanor broke, revealing a flicker of triumph.

She had eliminated the threat, sparing her father from prison.

As the last of the documents turned to ash, Jarrod, dressed in black, exuded a menacing elegance.

His stare bore into Nicole as he gritted out, "Let Jamie go!"

Nicole, still gripping Jamie's throat, bargained, “I have one more condition."

"Nicole Lawrence!" Jarrod roared.

"Don't force me to take away your parents this instant!"

Every line of Jarrod's face radiated lethal intent. He almost Lost his remaining bit of reason. He couldn't stand being manipulated.

"Then let's see who acts faster," Nicole retorted calmly, masking her stiffened hand.

With her right hand injured, she relied on her arm's strength to restrain Jamie, enduring excruciating pain every passing single moment.

The fork in Nicole's hand teetered, close to falling.