When it was time to eat, the nurse came to feed her, and she obediently took her meal. She knew she couldn't afford to weaken her condition further. Before she could see Roscoe again, she decided to conserve her strength.

Jarrod handpicked the nurse, a woman in her forties, who bore a resemblance to Dora in her features.

Therefore, Nicole had always treated the nurse courteously, seeing her as a mother figure.

"Miss Lawrence, you ate well today. Mr. Schultz will be glad to hear that," the nurse remarked cheerfully as she tidied up the bowl.

“Do you really need to report back to him about my meals?" Nicole asked softly.

"Yes, he insists we report everything, no matter how unimportant."

Nicole chuckled lightly. "Does he also need to know how many times I use the restroom each day?"

“Well... Mr. Schultz is just very concerned about you." The nurse noticed Nicole's bad mood and assumed she was upset. After all, nobody enjoyed feeling confined.

"Miss Lawrence, it's clear Mr. Schultz really cares about you." The nurse, eager to please, praised Jarrod. "When you were unconscious, Mr. Schultz was right there by your side, not stepping away even once."

Nicole responded with a pathetic smile, "If I were to die, he would just lose his toy."

This remark made the nurse's heart sink. Nicole was stunning, her beauty undiminished even in illness. It was disheartening to hear her sound so defeated.

The nurse, who had only a son and no daughters, felt a maternal affection for Nicole and tried to offer some comfort. "Miss Lawrence, living together means making compromises. It's not just about his flaws. Try to see his good sides."

Nicole responded distrustfully, “His good sides?"

The nurse nodded affirmatively. "Yes, you should have seen how worried he was when you wouldn't wake up. A man who truly doesn't care wouldn't have shown such concern. Some men appear tough on the outside but are soft at heart. If you focus more on the positive, life might become sweeter, and who knows, your health might even start to improve."

“But he doesn't have any good sides..." Nicole whispered, her voice tinged with sorrow. "I can't find anything good about him. I wish he were dead."

The nurse hesitated to continue the conversation, shocked by the sentiment. How had this seemingly perfect match come to wish death upon each other?

"If he were gone, things might be better..." Nicole muttered.

The nurse squeezed Nicole's hand tighter and looked around. The other nurse who was supposed to relieve her was busy washing dishes, and the bodyguards outside seemed unaware. She lowered her voice and advised, "Miss, please don't talk like that. Being kinder can make life more bearable."

This nurse had a compassionate heart. Jarrod had instructed both nurses to report every detail, no matter how minor. Yet, moved by Nicole's pale complexion, this nurse felt a surge of empathy for Nicole. As long as her colleague was absent, she decided not to relay Nicole's unfavorable remarks.

"Miss, if you're feeling tired, you should rest. Do not utter those words, alright?" the nurse gently advised Nicole.