After a moment, Jarrod spoke through clenched teeth, his voice strained.

“Nicole, stop talking about death! You're not scaring anyone."

The doctor interjected urgently, "Sir, the patient 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, needle-like pain struck his temple. Leaning against the wall, he dialed Alec.

"Find out everything that happened to Nicole in the detention center.

Miss a single detail, and you'll be tortured to death!"

The medical team stretched on for eight grueling hours.

Jarrod stood outside the operating room, motionless, his figure resembling a statue.

Inside, Nicole lay on the table, her complexion pallid, her breathing having momentarily stopped.

The surgery was in the hands of the hospital's most experienced professor, with a promising young doctor named Roscoe assisting.

Roscoe, despite his youth and lack of qualifications for lead surgeon, was remarkably skilled in drug therapy research, especially in cancer treatment and prolonging life.

At the operating table, the professor gazed at Nicole, whose abdomen was gravely compromised, and slowly shook his head.

"It's too late..."