In Jarrod's eyes, Nicole was that despicable plaything. She was a filthy hooker. And no matter what, his impression of her would never change.

He had no reason to change his mind.

Jarrod did his best to convince himself that Nicole was only putting on an act. He should not be moved.

His mind was in turmoil. Still blindfolded, he didn't know the expression on Nicole's face as she hugged him and cried.

If his eyes weren't covered at this moment, he would be able to see the complete absence of any emotions in Nicole's eyes, her indifference to the extreme.

In fact, every word she said sounded rehearsed. It was as if she had silently memorized them in advance.

At this moment, Nicole's words changed. She said, "I hate you, Jarrod!

I hate that you don't love me anymore.

After saying this, she slammed the key to the chain on the floor and ran out of the apartment.

As soon as she got downstairs, she turned off her phone and hailed a taxi. While still trembling, she asked the driver, “Mister, can you give me a cigarette?"

The driver was a little taken aback, but he handed her a stick.

Nicole took it, but she didn't light it. She just put it near her mouth, inhaling the scent of the tobacco.

Through this scent, she felt like her father was by her side, giving her strength.

Her father still lay in the hospital bed, unconscious. It had been half a month, and she didn't have much time left.

She was not even sure if her acting just now would have any impact on Jarrod.

Nicole would only know whether she had won or lost after seeing his next reaction.

If she won, she and her family could live a stable and peaceful life.

If she lost, she would go down. But she would drag Jarrod with her.

Time passed by quickly, and Thursday came.

Raegan received a reply to the resume she had sent out, inviting her for an interview.