Nicole was pregnant. It wasn't just one life at stake, but two.

Jarrod was a bastard!

Compromising with Henley was not an option for her, leaving her with only one choice.

At home, Raegan was in turmoil. She felt increasingly anxious as the evening wore on. After pacing for some time, she finally mustered the courage to make a call.

"Matteo, is Mr. Dixon available?"

"He's not," Matteo answered.

Raegan plucked up the courage and said, “Then please tell him I'm waiting for him at home,"

Matteo seemed surprised but quickly responded, “Alright. I'll let him know."

In the detention center of Ardlens, Nicole was confined in a solitary room. It was pitch black, making it impossible to tell day from night. She had lost track of time.

Before being put in this room, doctors had treated her arm. She had three broken ribs, but thankfully, they hadn't punctured her pleura or lung. Rest and avoiding strenuous activity were vital for her recovery.

However, her frail physical state made self-healing seemed unlikely.

Despite these circumstances, her life wasn't entirely miserable.

Meals here were served regularly, and she was left undisturbed. Most importantly, she was away from Jarrod, the devil himself, which brought her some peace.

Missing her parents, Nicole wondered how Jarrod planned to handle her.

But she believed Jarrod wouldn't keep her here long. After all, he couldn't torment her in this place.

As she continued to dwell on her thoughts, Nicole's mind eventually blurred, and she drifted into a deep sleep.

However, her slumber was disrupted by a sharp pain in her neck. She snapped her eyes open, her heart racing in her chest.

Two women in prison uniforms stood over her. One was pinning her down, while the other held a syringe and preparing to inject something into her neck.

Panic-stricken, Nicole writhed and struggled.

"Who are you?"