But suddenly, Jamie's voice sounded from behind.

"Jarrod, don't be impulsive."

Her face was still pale from falling into the water. There were glistening teardrops in the corners of her eyes.

"Miss Lawrence did say something bad about you. But rest assured, I won't be swayed by her instigation. I will never dislike you for the rest of my life."

Jarrod's eyes instantly turned cold. He asked word by word, “What did she say?"

Jamie's face turned paler. She looked flustered and hesitant.

"It's not something pleasant, so maybe it's better for you not to hear..."

"Tell me," Jarrod interrupted in a cold and cruel tone.

Jamie seemed to be frightened. She shrank back and stuttered, "She...

Miss Lawrence said that the scars on your back look like twisted and ugly centipedes, and they make her feel nauseous. Every time she sleeps with you, she becomes nauseous for several days. She said that I am the only one blind enough not to despise you. She even asked me how I could bear looking at those hideous scars on your back."

Jarrod's face turned pale when he heard those words.

How did he get those scars? It was when he crawled on the ground and was whipped like a dog just to fight for a small business.

His life was a living hell during those three years. But he still managed to survive somehow.

Since then, what he valued the most was his dignity. And what he hated the most was having his scars exposed by others.

Besides, anyone could dislike him but Nicole. She was not qualified at all.

Because it was her betrayal with the Lawrence family that gave him the heaviest blow.

In an instant, Jarrod looked at Nicole with eyes filled with bloodthirsty cruelty.

"Nicole..." he murmured through clenched teeth. He felt like the Nicole in front of him was already a lifeless object.

"You have no right," he added.

He meant that she had no right to dislike him.