Worse still, Howe had stepped in to stop any investigation against those two women.

Since Howe was Jamie's brother, Alec asked for Jarrod's instructions about whether they should continue investigating.

Jarrod's eyes turned cold.

"Keep investigating," he ordered.

He ended the call. It was less than thirty minutes after he left Nicole's ward.

At this moment, Jamie spotted Jarrod and hurried over, tears streaming down her face.

“Jarrod, how could you embarrass my brother for that slut!"

"Jamie!" Jarrod's voice rang out, low and icy, devoid of any semblance of a smile.

At this moment, Jarrod's eyes were filled with coldness and cruelty.

Jamie was so frightened that she couldn't help trembling all over.

Jarrod was rarely harsh to her.

He did the same on the yacht before. He threw her away without hesitation, and she fell to the ground. This was all for Nicole, that bitch.

Jamie realized that Jarrod was changing. He no longer treated her as treasure Like before.

“Jarrod, don't... Don't you love me anymore?"

As she spoke, tears welled up in Jamie's eyes. But she tried her best to hold back her sobs, making her look aggrieved and pitiful.

Nicole hadn't woken up yet, and Jarrod was already getting irritable.

He said in a voice tinged with impatience, "That's not true."

Jamie sniffed and “Not true? But you were harsh to me just not shouted. “I am mad at you!"

She had to show Jarrod that she was not a pushover. After all, she knew that he liked her for being unruly. He detested weaklings.

Jamie knew Jarrod was fond of women who occasionally showed weakness and stubbornness.