At that point, Jarrod understood Nicole's mindset. It dawned on him that when one harbored a genuine dislike for someone, the latter's well-being became inconsequential. Even sparing their life becomes less about mercy and more about ensuring they endure relentless torment.

Nicole sat patiently while getting her bandages. The nurse left after finishing her work.

Nicole was about to follow suit when Jarrod walked in. His intense gaze fell on her hands, now wrapped tightly in bandages Like a mummy.

"Are you feeling any other discomforts? You should get them checked out."

"No, I have already been thoroughly examined," Nicole replied. She couldn't help but feel perplexed. Despite losing a lot of blood, her complexion wasn't pale as usual. In fact, she looked healthier than ever, almost glowing.

If it weren't for the searing pain from her wounds, she might have believed she had transformed into some kind of monster. How could she lose so much blood and still look better than before?

Jarrod observed her closely, realizing she seemed perfectly fine. He said, "Go home and get some rest. I have to head back to the office."

Jarrod said nothing about the events of that day, leaving Nicole feeling even more uneasy.

"Wait," she called out as he turned to leave.

Jarrod paused, his gaze locking onto her. "What is it?"

“Is Alec still blaming Roscoe?" Nicole asked, her anxiety clear as day.

Jarrod's lips curled into a scornful smirk. He shouldn't have expected.

"So what if he is?" Jarrod snapped, anger flashing in his eyes. "How do you plan to protect Roscoe?"

"I'm not trying to protect him. I'm just being fair. This isn't Roscoe's fault, is it?" Nicole reasoned. Although she knew it might not be the best time to mention Roscoe, given the circumstances. But witnessing their methods had left her deeply unsettled. If she didn't confront the issue now, who knew what Roscoe might face?

"Then who do you hold responsible?" Jarrod advanced, his grip tightening on Nicole's jaw, his anger boiling over. "Is it me? Do you blame me for foolishly trying to rescue you?"

"Nicole, have you ever considered whose woman you are? Whose wife you are, hmm?" Jarrod's fury, suppressed since that day in the mountains, erupted like a volcano. "Have you ever considered being fair to me while you defend Roscoe? Do you know how unfair you have been to me?"

Pinned against the headboard, Nicole winced as Jarrod's grip tightened. “Jarrod, please... Let go... Let's talk calmly..."

But calmness was the furthest thing from Jarrod's mind. Every mention of Roscoe fueled a raging inferno within him, a primal urge to tear Roscoe Limb from Limb.

"Jarrod..." Nicole struggled to make him understand. “It was your bodyguard who abandoned Roscoe on that day. Roscoe was drugged and defenseless. Was I supposed to stand by and watch him die? I never intended for you to be harmed. I simply believed you were better equipped to avoid danger than Roscoe was."

Nicole's explanation seemed to work, and Jarrod's anger began to wane.