Jarrod felt reassured by her words. Although Nicole might despise him, she wasn't deceitful toward him.

His mood lightened, and he gently said, “Just stay well and by my side, and no harm will come your way. Also, I have some good news for you."

"Good news?" Nicole laughed and said, "Jarrod, do you want to know what would truly be good news for me? Seeing you pay for what happened to my father, would be genuine good news.”

Unmoved, Jarrod replied casually, "The news is indeed positive, but I'm not ready to share it just yet."

Nicole was convinced Jarrod had lost his senses. His statements didn't make any sense. The "good news" from Jarrod was something she didn't even want to contemplate.

"Perhaps we'll share good news later on." Nicole smirked.

Jarrod's curiosity peaked, he lifted an eyebrow, and said, “You've got good news for me as well?"

"Yes. Are you excited to hear it Nicole asked with a smile.

Jarrod was aware that any good news coming from Nicole would undoubtedly concern him, and probably not in a way he'd appreciate.

He managed a small smile and said, “I'm eager to hear it."

Then, he said, “Assist me with cleaning up."

Nicole's demeanor turned icy and said, “That's a task for the nurses.”

“I'd prefer you to handle it," Jarrod said firmly.

“Jarrod, keep wishing!" Nicole thought he was utterly without shame.

“Wash me, and I'll let you use the phone for a brief ten minutes,"

Jarrod said, tempting her.

Nicole reluctantly agreed, "Fine." She saw this as an opportunity to torment him, given his vulnerable state.

Gathering water, Nicole squeezed the towel dry, while Jarrod didn't move. She instructed, "Open your shirt."

"Do you expect a patient to do that himself?"

"Your hands are fine," Nicole said.