The agony he had inflicted on her was unforgettable.

After a moment's pause, Jarrod left, leaving behind a chilling pool of blood.

Nicole gazed at it numbly. The harm Jarrod had inflicted on her and her family was more than this pool of blood, having drained their family's vitality.

Jarrod stepped into the blinding sunlight, wishing he could snatch the sun from the sky to quench his bitterness.

Alarmed by Jarrod's pallor and the bloody gash on his palm, Alec hurried over. "Mr. Schultz, your hand. Let me bandage it."

Opening the car door swiftly, Alec retrieved the first aid kit.

As Alec started unrolling the gauze, Jarrod snatched it away and clumsily wrapped it around his wound.

"You should disinfect it, Mr. Schultz," Alec insisted.

"It's fine," Jarrod retorted icily. Disinfect? He was immune to all poisons long ago.

Alec could sense the tension etched on Jarrod's face. Another unpleasant encounter with Nicole must have occurred. Why couldn't she be sensible and appreciate Jarrod's efforts?

Last night, Jarrod had abruptly left an important company dinner for the hospital after a call, leaving the other executives in a lurch.

Despite Alec handling the aftermath, the foreign CEO remained incensed, demanding, "What could be so urgent that he had to leave?"

Alec attempted to patch things up, yet the CEO remained adamant, compelling Jarrod to come back.

Who could have predicted Jarrod's reaction to be so indifferent? The deal slipped away effortlessly, as though it were inconsequential.

A billion-dollar contract that could have propelled the company to the summit, was failed to secure because of Jarrod's hasty departure for Nicole. It was exasperating, the irrationality of infatuation.

"Where shall we go, Mr. Schultz?" Alec inquired at last, breaking the prolonged silence.

“The Oasis Apartment," Jarrod responded.

Alec paused, contemplating the familiar destination. The Oasis Apartment again. It was Jarrod's sanctuary, a place he sought solace whenever the opportunity arose.

Alec couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for Jarrod. Ever since that court summons arrived, Jarrod's demeanor had soured, casting a pall over the entire company.

The staff tiptoed around Jarrod, fearing his wrath, knowing that a single misstep could result in a deluge of extra work. Who would dare to provoke him?