Proving that Jarrod was on psychiatric medication could demonstrate that he was not suitable to raise the child. Raising a child was risky for someone whose mental health could deteriorate at any moment.

She couldn't find the medicine in the cabinet. Stretching on tiptoes, she tried to reach the top shelf for the medicine box, but it was too high.

Left with no other option, Nicole fetched a stool to retrieve the medicine box.

As she grabbed the medicine box, she forgot she was still perched on the stool. She swayed and was about to fall Silently, she covered her mouth, fearing a cry might draw attention.

Instead of falling, she landed in a firm embrace, her heart skipping a beat.

The medicine box tumbled from her hands, spilling its contents across the floor.

Then, a voice from above her asked, “What are you looking for?"

Jarrod's handsome yet mocking face peered down at her.

Caught off guard, Nicole quickly replied, “I'm not feeling well. I need some medicine."

"What's wrong with you?" Jarrod asked calmly.

"I have a headache," Nicole lied.

Jarrod picked up a medicine box from the scattered mess on the ground and offered it to her, saying, “Take this. It will help your headache."

Nicole wouldn't dare touch it. Who knew what sort of medicine Jarrod might offer? He hadn't even checked what he was offering.

"I feel better now," Nicole said, shaking her head.

Jarrod's smile didn't reach his eyes as he said, “Just tell me what you need. I'll find it for you."

As he spoke, he suddenly pushed her against the cabinet.

"Ah!" Nicole yelled. “Jarrod, what are you doing?"

Jarrod, his hoarse voice and eyes filled with desire, responded, “You know."

Anger blazed in Nicole's cheeks. She fought against Jarrod's grip, feeling her thigh held tight and her body pinned against the cabinet door.

"Ouch..." Nicole winced. "You're nuts! You can't just touch me like that. It's against the law!"