Jarrod seemed to anticipate her apprehension and broadcasted some voice messages from his phone.

“Daddy, tell my mommy to depart and rest. If you don't make it, I'IL call you uncle."

"Instruct my mommy to prioritize rest. Otherwise, the fetus within her will grow sluggishly. I eagerly await meeting the baby soon. Inform the baby that their big brother is robust and capable of carrying them..."

Austin's gentle and endearing voice resonated. Austin even dared to threaten Jarrod, indicating their harmonious relationship. Austin's vitality was evident.

Nicole found some solace, realizing that tending to her well-being equated to bringing comfort to Austin. Rest was essential for the welfare of both her and her children. Consequently, she dutifully exited the vehicle, heading home to rest.

Following Jarrod's directives, four bodyguards were strategically positioned, two at the residential area's entrance and two at the staircase. Their vigilance was so thorough that not even a solitary insect could breach their watch.

After Jarrod's departure, a woman cautiously emerged from a distance.

Cloaked in a discreet bucket hat concealing much of her visage and a mask, her appearance aroused suspicion, drawing the attention of the security personnel.

Approaching, the guard inquired, "Madam, which residence do you belong to? What is your purpose here?"

Startled, the woman hesitated before responding, “ . I'm seeking someone."

“Just passing by?" The guard's tone betrayed skepticism.

Despite its modest size and lack of luxury, the residential area had recently enlisted the services of a renowned security firm affiliated with the Schultz Group, ensuring elevated safety standards.

Confronted with such dubious individuals, the guards refrained from simply dismissing them, opting instead for a thorough interrogation.

"Madam, which building are you seeking?"

Growing increasingly apprehensive, the woman hastily surveyed the building numbers on the wall before fabricating a response. “Building 13."

“And the unit?" the guard asked.

"603," the woman blurted out, selecting a number at random.

Assuming that her fabrication would prompt the guard to depart, she was surprised when the guard said, “Allow me to accompany you, Madam."

Quickly waving her hands, the woman declined. "No, no, I can proceed unaccompanied."

Insisting firmly, the guard remarked, “I must insist, Madam. I need to conduct a check of Building 13 regardless."