Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook
Chapter 313

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Without a second thought, Jarrod crossed the railing and sprinted towards the edge, only for Alec to grab him from behind.

«Be careful, Mr. Schultz! If you jump at the wrong angle, you could end up falling on the rocks…” Alec didn't finish his words. He meant that there was no point in looking for Nicole. She would probably be dead by now.

“Let go of me!” Jarrod's eyes burned with a demonic intensity, his voice trembled with desperation.

The vast ocean seemed bottomless, and each passing moment diminished Nicole's chances of survival.

"Mr. Schultz, Miss Lawrence seems determined to kill herself!" Alec reluctantly revealed the harsh reality. «This morning a significant sum of money was transferred to Mrs Lawrence's hospital account, enough to cover the next fifty years. It must be Miss Lawrence's.

Maybe when Nicole visited Dora yesterday, she had already made up her mind.

Shock gripped Jarrod upon hearing that. Nicole had made a decision.

I preferred to die rather than be with him.

In an instant, Jarrod's heart felt like it had been ripped out by its roots, bleeding with each torn fragment.

Pain surged from his heart to every inch of his being, threatening to overwhelm him.

Dazed, a distant voice seemed to call him from the deep blue sea.

«Jarrod… Jarrod…

The voice echoed, and Jarrod's heart felt like it had been stabbed.

Little by little, dizziness took over him and he could not stand.

Luckily, Alec caught him in time.

Jarrod's response was quick. "If I don't make it, bury us together when you find our bodies."

In the next breath, he jumped into the boundless sea.

"Mr. Schultz! Alec shouted anxiously.

Alec rushed to the Coast Guard office, seeking their help. A rescue team was sent to search for Jarrod and Nicole.

When Jarrod regained consciousness, a day had passed. Alec and the rescue team had found Jarrod after an extensive search. They spent about an hour searching the sea. Jarrod was so tired that he had let himself sink to the bottom of the water.

Waking up, Jarrod quickly threw off the duvet and stood up.

Alec stopped him urgently: "Mr. Schultz, the doctor said you have to rest."

«I need to find Nicole! Have you continued looking for her?

Jarrod asked urgently.

Alec's eyes darkened as he replied, "We've found Miss Lawrence."

"Where is?" Jarrod's eyes, bloodshot from the seawater, were still intense. He looked at Alec and asked, "Is he in the hospital?"

Alec looked at him and said clearly, “Miss Lawrence is dead. I'm sorry".

Suddenly, a loud crash rang out as Jarrod stumbled back and crashed into the bed.

Jarrod couldn't believe it. Nicole had passed away. How was it possible?

Just yesterday he had tried to strangle him in the car. How could it have been gone overnight?

Jarrod's bloodshot eyes went unfocused. His voice trembled as he asked, "Where is he?"

After a moment's hesitation, Alec replied, "Mr. Schultz, it is not advisable to see you in person. Miss Lawrence did not fall into the sea. He fell off the cliff and hit the rocks. "His body was very disfigured."

Nicole's body had been taken to the funeral home, but was too damaged to be fixed. His body was severely damaged and he was missing a leg, probably dragged by an animal.

The news broke Jarrod's heart. He insisted: "I want to see her right away."

Along the way, Jarrod maintained a calm façade. Images of Nicole flashed through his mind, and the reality of her death remained inconceivable.

Even with Alec confirming that the torn clothes and belongings were Nicole's, Jarrod refused to believe she was gone. Jarrod thought that maybe Nicole despised him so much that she decided to disappear under that cover.

Whether she was alive or dead, he had to see for himself. Otherwise, I wouldn't believe it.

In the dimly lit morgue, a lifeless form lay wrapped under pristine white cloth.

Jarrod, once an intrepid overseas man, approached with tentative steps. Despite his past exploits of tearing wolves apart with his bare hands, an unsettling tremor now ran through his fingers.

With deliberate hesitation, Jarrod uncovered the covered figure.

In an instant, lightning seemed to strike his brain.

An eerie silence suddenly enveloped the room.

Jarrod seemed to suddenly go deaf, unable to hear anything. He didn't dare admit it, nor did he want to face it.

Even among the gruesome wounds, the facial outline looked eerily similar to Nicole's.

«No, this cannot be! I'm going to expose your deception, Nicole. Jarrod's eyes turned scarlet red. He lost control and began trying to remove the clothes from the remains.

Witnessing the melee, Alec urgently intervened: “Mr. Schultz!

When Jarrod lifted the clothes, a small red mole on the slender waist caught Jarrod's attention. Its stark contrast to the shattered remains fueled his despair.

Jarrod couldn't help but cough with a mouth full of blood. A splash of red stained the white fabric.

The red mole contrasted sharply with the disfigured body, accentuating the cruel reality that Jarrod could no longer deceive himself about. Nicole was gone.

«Ah! Because?" Jarrod held the mutilated body tightly and knelt on the ground. Her cries of pain filled the entire room.

Following his roar, a loud gasp filled the air.

Jarrod, who had not shed tears since his childhood, now knelt beside Nicole's lifeless body, mourning the irrevocable loss.

«Nicole, please don't leave me. Come back... I won't confine you anymore. I will free you. It's my fault. “It's all my fault…” Jarrod pleaded, his face pressed against the skeletal remains.

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