Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook
Chapter 304

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Jamie tried to follow her, only to be hit in the face with the car's exhaust pipe.

Frustrated, Jamie stomped her foot and let out a scream. “Ahhh!” Reluctantly he chased after them.

In the car, Jarrod's arm was still bleeding from Nicole's bite, but he didn't seem to care about the wound.

Amid the howling wind and rain, the car sped toward the funeral home.

Nicole remained motionless, almost lifeless. Huddled in a corner, she was on edge. If Jarrod came any closer to her, he could trigger a frenzy of self-harm and vomiting blood.

Jarrod kept his distance, afraid to provoke her further.

The last few minutes seemed like an eternity. He reflected on what might have happened if Nicole had had more strength or a better angle to commit suicide by rushing into the concrete flower bed.

I could have lost her forever. This thought alone was enough to destroy him.

Inside the funeral home, morticians were frantically preparing Wesson's body.

Nicole refused to sit down. He crouched by the door of the embalming room, like an abandoned puppy, with his eyes fixed on the door.

Inside was his father. He was the man who had once carried her on his shoulders in the sun and protected her from the rain, making sure she never felt a single drop.

With him, there had always been a ray of hope. But now, his world had fallen apart. The cornerstone of his family was gone.

Finally, the door to the embalming room opened and Nicole, overcome with pain, entered on her knees.

Jarrod, witnessing her fragile state, hesitated to intervene, fearing she might crumble further.

Under a white cloth lay Wesson, silent and still.

Nicole, with trembling hands, barely found the voice to ask the staff: “Can… can you lift it?”

As Jarrod moved to help her, Nicole's voice, seething with resentment, stopped him: "Don't touch it!"

His words contained all the strength he had left.

Nicole's eyes were full of despair. «Don't touch him, and don't you dare come near my father. Please".

Jarrod, feeling a surge of anger, was about to respond when his phone vibrated intermittently.

Without saying a word, he left to answer the call.

Inside, staff discovered Wesson's face.

Despite efforts to repair it, the numerous stitches gave it a gruesome appearance.

“Ah…Ah!” Nicole's scream echoed through the room, a sound of pure agony.

He felt as if his heart had been pierced, leaving a deep, throbbing wound.

His stomach, already in knots, twisted with unbearable pain.

Outside, Jarrod was on the phone with Alec, who was monitoring the situation in the building.

"Mr. Schultz, Miss Lawrence's mother fainted after learning of Mr. Lawrence's suicide. He fell badly and suffered a serious head injury.

"He's in critical condition," Alec informed him.

Jarrod's reaction was immediate. "That?"

Alec added gravely: 'The doctors say he has suffered severe head trauma with internal bleeding. "I may not wake up."

"Useless!" Jarrod's voice boomed. "What the hell are those doctors doing?"

He massaged his temples, fighting to rein in his emotions. «Do not spare any expense to get the best medical care. "We have to save it."

Jarrod's voice trembled, betraying his inner turmoil. He seemed to be talking to Alec, but he was also mumbling to himself. «He can't die.

"Nicole cannot face another loss."

Alec, hearing the strange tremor in Jarrod's voice, understood the seriousness of the situation.

“Understood, Mr. Schultz,” he responded promptly.

After ending the call, Jarrod turned to see Jamie clutching a stained wedding dress, her footprints marring its white fabric. I was too anxious before.

“Jarrod…” Jamie's voice broke, heavy with tears. Today, which was going to be her big day, Nicole had ruined it.

Reflecting on the previous incident, Jamie suspected that Jarrod might have been the one who kicked her.

If true, it meant that Jarrod's feelings for Nicole outweighed any gratitude towards her. Jamie felt like she was on the verge of a nervous breakdown, but she knew she had to maintain her composure. Now was the time to be even kinder and more patient, contrasting Nicole's deep resentment towards Jarrod.

"Jarrod, are you okay?" Jamie pointed to her bloody muff. "Is the arm where Nicole bit you okay?"

Jarrod's gaze lingered on her briefly before he calmly responded, "I'm fine."

"I'm sorry. I didn't know Nicole was going through such a distressing situation. When I saw her attack you, I acted impulsively. Should I apologize to her?

Jamie lowered her eyes, adopting a submissive attitude.

The stark whiteness of Jamie's wedding dress seemed dazzling to Jarrod.

He said softly, “No, I treated you badly today. I promise to make it up to you later. Please come back first.”

Jamie, feeling a pang of resentment, realized that Jarrod was probably planning to spend time with Nicole.

However, he noticed Jarrod's tone soften.

«Okay, I'll go first. Take care,” Jamie replied softly, hiding his true feelings.

As Jamie walked away, Jarrod thought about Nicole, wishing for some peace with her.

When Jamie turned the corner, his expression changed. He remembered hearing Jarrod mention Nicole's mother's critical condition.

Two tragedies in one day? Jamie decided that this news had to reach Nicole.

He made a call, ordering: "Find out where Nicole's mother is and her condition."

Raegan, confined to the chalet, depended on television for news.

Bored, she changed the channel and stopped abruptly on a news story.

"Local businessman Wesson Lawrence died today in a fall..."

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