Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook
Chapter 1556

Chapter 1556:

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If it weren't for the searing pain from his wounds, I might have believed he had transformed into some kind of monster.

How could he lose so much blood and still be better than before?

Jarrod watched her closely and noticed that she seemed to be doing just fine. He said, “Go home and get some rest. “I have to get back to the office.”

Jarrod didn't say anything about the events of that day, leaving Nicole even more uneasy.

“Wait,” she yelled as he turned to leave.

Jarrod stopped and stared at her. “What's wrong?”

“Alec still blames Roscoe?” Nicole asked, her anxiety clear as day.

Jarrod smiled disdainfully. He shouldn't have expected anything else.

“So what if he does?” 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 that it might not be the best time to mention Roscoe, given the circumstances, witnessing his methods had left her deeply uneasy.

If he didn't confront the problem now, who knew what Roscoe might face?

“So who do you hold responsible?” Jarrod stepped forward, his jaw tightening, his anger boiling over. “Is it me? Do you blame me for foolishly trying to rescue you?”

"Nicole, have you ever thought about whose wife you are? Whose wife you are?" Jarrod's fury, repressed since that day in the mountains, erupted like a volcano.

"Have you ever considered being fair to me while defending Roscoe? Do you know how unfair you've been to me?"

Pinned against the headboard, Nicole won in pain as Jarrod's grip tightened. “Jarrod, please… Let me go… Let’s talk calmly…”

But calm was the furthest thing from Jarrod's mind. Every mention of Roscoe stoked 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 that day. Roscoe was drugged and helpless. Was I supposed to stand by and watch him die? I never wanted you to be hurt. “I just believed you were better equipped to avoid danger than Roscoe.”

Nicole's explanation seemed to work, and Jarrod's anger began to subside. However, his heart, hardened by her repeated aloofness, could only soften slightly at her words.

“Now you’ve learned to lie for him?” Jarrod mocked, his voice laced with sarcasm.

“I'm not lying…” Nicole pleaded.

“Really?” Jarrod's lips twisted into a bitter smile. “You expect me to believe that? You claim you didn't want to hurt me, and yet you willingly followed Jamie's orders, didn't you?”

Nicole stood frozen, disbelief etched on her face. So Jarrod knew everything.

He was aware of his dealings with Jamie.

She knew Jamie was still alive, disguised as a waitress after his plastic surgery, and plotting. And yet, she didn't say anything.

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