Her friend elaborated, "This witchcraft tribe is ancient. Their members are adept in voodoo and other arcane practices, notorious for their ruthless tactics and willingness to do anything for money."

Nicole's mind raced with unsettling thoughts. Why was a witch involved with Roscoe? What troubles had the Watts family possibly entangled him in, or was it someone else?

Recently, Nicole's attention had been monopolized by Austin and Kamilah's issues, causing her to lose track of Roscoe's circumstances.

Encounters with him had become rare, largely due to the Watts family's stringent security measures. Clearly, something was amis:

Nicole forwarded a recent audio recording to her friend, asking, "Can you translate this for me?"

"The background noise is overwhelming, and I'm unfamiliar with the witchcraft tribe's language. I'll enhance the audio quality and find someone who can interpret it," her friend assured her.

“Okay, thank you," Nicole replied.

“No need for formalities, Nicole."

This friend, whom Nicole had met while overseas, had once received financial help from Nicole during a difficult period, enabling him to cover his mother's medical expenses. He remained profoundly appreciative and was eager to reciprocate her generosity.

Just then, a nurse approached Nicole. "Miss, the patient in that room you're inquiring about has just woken up."

Nicole quickly pocketed her phone and followed the nurse to Jamie's ward.

Inside, Jamie lay on the bed, looking frail. She had narrowly escaped death, and the ordeal had left her physically depleted. After fleeing Jarrod's control, her health had worsened significantly, compounded by the aftereffects of extensive plastic surgery, which had left her with various complications. The situation was grim.

"Jamie, who tried to kill you?" Nicole asked, cutting straight to the chase and using Melissa's real name.

Perhaps because Jamie had been masquerading as Melissa for too long, she instinctively rejected the name. "What are you talking about? My name is Melissa."

Nicole held up a damaged photo of her which she had found in Jamie's apartment, pressing Jamie for the truth. “How long will you keep up this facade? If you are Melissa, why do you hate me? What grudge do you have against me?"

Jamie's eyes flickered with guilt, yet her agitation obscured her true feelings. "Stop talking nonsense. I told you, I'm not Jamie," she insisted stubbornly.

"You're not?" Nicole retorted, her voice tinged with incredulity. "If you weren't, why would I have saved you? I should have just left you to die there."

Nicole had rescued Jamie only to uncover the truth about her own father's death and to determine if Jamie had colluded with Brett to harm her father.

Jamie shuddered at the memory of her ordeal before passing out in the bathtub.

"If you're not Jamie, then find someone else to cover your medical bills. I'm leaving," Nicole declared, discarding the photo as she turned to leave the room.