Such words only led to harsher beatings.

The enforcer, acting on orders from Roscoe's father, was instructed to silence Roscoe if he said anything that might anger Jarrod. If it came to that, they were prepared to make sure Roscoe couldn't talk at all.

The Watts family had turned prosperous with Roscoe's father's cold-hearted and decisive nature. Despite his affection for Roscoe, should Roscoe couldn't grasp the bigger picture, Roscoe would be reduced to merely another expendable piece in the game.

As the hit connected with his body, a stream of fresh blood burst from Roscoe's mouth. He wanted to curl up in pain, but, not wanting Nicole to see him suffer, he forced himself to bear it.

Despite the killing pain, Roscoe still managed a smile, Looking at the glass which now only showed his pitiful reflection, and murmured weakly, "Nicole, I'm okay..."

His once handsome face was now smeared with blood, making his smile appear grotesque.

Nicole pounded on the glass until her hands turned red and numb.

“Roscoe, you fool! Is it really worth it... Honestly, is it?" Her eyes were red, her voice raw from yelling, and her tears dropped like shattered pearls.

Jarrod was thoroughly displeased. This was not the outcome he had hoped for. Was this some over-the-top scene from a television drama?

Their strong bond only drove him further into madness.

Jarrod remarked to Alec, "He seems quite stubborn."

The next second, the message was conveyed to the other side.

“smack!" The enforcer delivered a brutal blow to Roscoe's face with the chain, all on the command from Roscoe's father, meant to calm Jarrod.

The enforcer was merciless, yanking on the chain so hard that it tore flesh and sent blood flying. That blow was enough to mar Roscoe's features permanently.

"Ah! Ah!" At last, Nicole couldn't bear it any longer and let out a scream.

However, she did not collapse. Rather, she dragged herself toward Jarrod, struggling every inch of the way.

Her tears clouded her sight. She couldn't make out the path ahead, yet the scent of evil was unmistakable, even with her eyes shut.

In the chaos, Nicole had shattered a bowl and now gripped a fragment of porcelain in her hand.

With a desperate thrust, she tried to strike Jarrod, but her feeble body only managed to graze Jarrod's shin. It was a minor wound, merely a scratch.

Nicole realized her current strength was insufficient to harm Jarrod, but her loathing was intense, and she didn't know how else to express it. She clenched her teeth tightly and yelled, "Jarrod, go ahead and kill me! Kill me! What's the point of torturing him? If you dare, just kill me!"