Roscoe looked at Nicole, noticing the tears brimming in her eyes, which sparked an inexplicable unease within him, yet his memories of her remained elusive.

Doreen pulled at Roscoe's arm, urging him to get into the car.

Roscoe followed without further comment, heading toward the vehicle.

Impulsively, Nicole reached out and clutched Roscoe's arm, her face streaked with tears. "Roscoe, it's me, Nicole. Have you forgotten me?"

Her tearful appeal was poignant. She appeared fragile and ethereal, her lips a vivid red, her hair like silk, her complexion delicate as a glass orb.

Roscoe's mind flickered with a trace of recognition, but it vanished as quickly as it came, shattered by Doreen's piercing scream.

“You're crazy!" Doreen pushed Nicole forcefully.

Caught unprepared, Nicole stumbled and fell, her knees scraping against the ground, blood soon staining her khaki pants.

Doreen, observing Nicole's frail form, grew concerned she might have caused Nicole serious harm. Aware that Jarrod still harbored feelings for Nicole, she knew any severe injury to Nicole could lead to a reprimand or more.

Doreen hastily tugged at Roscoe, who seemed rooted to the spot.

"Roscoe, we need to leave now. This woman is unhinged and could be dangerous..."

Roscoe looked down at Nicole. For some reason, he found it hard to bring himself to leave with Doreen, his feet rooted to the spot "Roscoe!" Doreen called out again, irritation clear in her voice. She noticed Roscoe's attention was fixed intently on Nicole, which irked her.

Doreen scoffed, wondering what made Nicole so captivating to men. Was it Nicole's slightly fuller figure, her plump lips, or _ her mesmerizing face? Men seemed ensnared by merely her presence.

Resorting to deception, Doreen clutched her stomach and cried out in agony. "Roscoe, my stomach... It's unbearable!"

Doreen clung to Roscoe like an octopus, and he had no choice but to carry her into the car, leaving Nicole behind without a backward glance.

Nicole sat on the ground, despondently watching the car disappear, tears clouding her vision. Her heart throbbed with a dull pain.

Just then, a passerby noticed Nicole's distressed state and approached with concern. “Miss, are you alright?"

Such a voice full of worry made Nicole's tears flow freely, large and glistening like pearls.

The passerby was taken aback. "Miss, what's wrong? I can take you to the hospital, but I'll need to record the process with my phone in case any tricks are in play."

Nicole, amidst her sobs, managed to say, "No, that's not necessary.”