"Nicole!" he loudly called.

Nicole remained unresponsive.

Jarrod's lips, wet with seawater, gently met her lips and tried to perform mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.

After several attempts, Nicole still gave no sign of life.

Jarrod refused to give up. Time and again, he gently parted her lips and tried to breathe life into her.

At last...

Nicole coughed up water and stared vacantly at the blurred figure in front of her.

“Jarrod, did I die, or did you die as well?"

Jarrod was at a loss for words.

Before he could respond, Nicole suddenly burst into tears.

The river, veiled in mist, made her feel as though she had entered the underworld. Even her consciousness was hazy.

"Jarrod, why won't you let me go, even after my death? I don't want to see you. I hate you with all my heart! I'm seriously ill, and yet you throw me into the river to feed the fish. I just want to spend more time with my parents. Are you even gonna deprive me of that?"

Nicole leaned weakly against Jarrod's chest like a stray puppy after a rain. She looked frail and pitiable.

At that moment, Jarrod felt a crushing weight on his chest that left him breathless.

After her complaints, an unending well of bitterness emerged.

With a heavy nasal tone, Nicole uttered, “Jarrod, I despise you so much! You're evil. Scum! Jerk! You deserve to die!"

Nicole's mind was in a mess, still thinking she had died. Without Jarrod in the picture, her parents might have a shot at a stable life.

With this in mind, death did not seem quite as bad. At least she had dragged this devil down with her!

Upon hearing these words, Jarrod froze for a moment.

“What the hell are you talking about, Nicole?"