There was a "smash" sound, marking the noise of the flowerpot shattering.

Roscoe, rushing toward them, crumpled to the ground.

Nicole's vision went fuzzy, and she couldn't make out anything clearly. "No!" She screamed in anguish and shoved Jarrod away forcefully. She then lunged for the balcony railing, intending to leap off.

Jarrod's eyes narrowed into slits, and he grabbed her sleeve, clutching it tightly. He hadn't thought she would actually go through with it. She was genuinely prepared to die for Roscoe! How could she...

How dare she!

At that moment, jealousy ignited a fiery rage in Jarrod's eyes. A wave of fear washed over him. Nicole truly seemed beyond his grasp now... He pulled her back forcefully, embracing her tightly, and screamed, “Are you out of your mind?!"

A fall from three stories wouldn't be lethal, but for someone as fragile as Nicole, it either killed her or left her severely injured.

She was truly willing to jump off without hesitation. She was serious about her vow to die with Roscoe.

Nicole, resembling a lifeless doll, had an empty stare, her eyes devoid of any spark. After everything with Jarrod, to reach such a point, who wouldn't feel despair?

Jarrod was livid. "Just for this man, you're willing to die? Nicole, have you lost your mind?"

He simply wanted her to surrender. Why was that so difficult? The flowerpot didn't strike Roscoe's head. He had it aimed at Roscoe's legs, merely as a warning. As for Roscoe's collapse, it merely highlighted how weak he was.

Although Jarrod deeply desired to kill Roscoe, somewhere within him, he hesitated. It wasn't the fear of committing murder.

Jarrod was accustomed to dealing with corpses back in his days abroad, his hands stained with blood. He never flinched on this regard. What he truly feared was that Nicole might actually follow through on her vows. He was merely gambling on this, and evidently, he had lost, completely.

“Jarrod, compared to him, you are nothing." Nicole's voice was hollow, devoid of warmth, crisp, and clear.

For Nicole, Roscoe represented a beacon of hope in her new life, a light in her darkness, an oasis in her desert. His compassion and steadfastness had slowly healed her, a person too shattered to really live. Now, with her last hope taken from her, life seemed pointless.

Nicole's eyes lacked any glimmer of light. Darkness enveloped her.

She felt like a solitary boat in a tempest, capsizing and plunging into the abyss. Her entire world turned utterly dark.

In the hospital room, Nicole lay motionless on the bed, deep in slumber for the past three days.

Jarrod kept a vigilant watch, ensuring the doctors checked on Nicole's condition hourly.

Nicole's condition hung precariously in the balance. The doctors forecasted she could only live over a decade if all went well, yet her life could slip away at any moment.