Nicole, her eyes brimming with shock, managed to stammer, "Roscoe, how did you..."

Without a word, Roscoe picked up a cane to support himself before reaching out to help Nicole get up.

That was when Nicole noticed the severe injury on Roscoe's right wrist, which clearly hadn't healed yet.

After getting up, Nicole was led to approach an MVP car nearby.

Walking beside Roscoe, Nicole saw that not only was his right wrist injured, but he also limped on his left leg, making each step a struggle for him.

A twinge of sympathy struck Nicole, and she asked, "Roscoe, where are we going?"

“Just get in the car," Roscoe replied.

After getting in the car, Roscoe lowered his head and reached out.

“Hand me the keys."

"Keys?"

"Yes, hand them over."

Confused, Nicole gave Roscoe her car keys. She watched as Roscoe retrieved her luggage and returned to the MVP car.

Then, Roscoe shut the car door and joined her in the back seat, asking, “Were you planning to fly? You can't. I had a buddy create a fake flight record for you. I also canceled Austin's flight and arranged a ride to the place you mentioned."

He glanced at his watch and added, "They should be on their way now."

Nicole blinked and slowly grasped his intention to help her. "Roscoe, this is madness! Don't get involved in this anymore. Hurry, get away before we're seen..."

While Nicole spoke, she tried to open the car door, but it was Locked.

Roscoe held her wrist firmly, insisting, "We're leaving together."

Tears filled her eyes as Nicole looked at the lingering scar on Roscoe's face. “Are you crazy.?"

Stopping her from opening the car door with his fine hand, Roscoe couldn't lift his injured hand to wipe her tears. Instead, he used his sleeve, murmuring softly, "We agreed to face troubles together. Do you not want me anymore?"

After hearing this, Nicole burst into even more tears. "You really are a fool... There's no one in the world more foolish than you..."