Chapter 1621:

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Doreen, catching sight of her hands smeared with Jarrod’s blood, was struck by a wave of fear and fainted.

Her reaction was not an attempt to shirk responsibility but an instinctive response to the horrific scene.

Both Doreen and Jarrod were quickly transported to the hospital for urgent care.

Nicole, closely involved in the incident, rode to the hospital in a police car to provide her statement to the authorities.

Exhausted by the ordeal, Nicole awaited Conor, Jarrod’s assistant, who arrived shortly after. Despite the tumultuous events, Nicole maintained a calm demeanor.

The doctor reassured Nicole that Jarrod was stable and not in immediate danger, prompting Nicole to tell Conor, “I should head back now.”

Conor was taken aback, surprised that under such dire circumstances, Nicole chose not to stay by Jarrod’s side. He knew that when Jarrod regained consciousness, Nicole would likely be the first person he’d hope to see.

With a thoughtful glance, Conor queried, “Miss Lawrence, are you feeling alright? Do you need a doctor to examine you?”

Nicole responded with a weary shake of her head, “No need. I just need some rest.”

Conor, however, pressed further, his concern evident.

“Miss Lawrence, remember, you’re pregnant, and it’s crucial to take extra precautions. The hospital has a VIP lounge that’s quite comfortable. I’ll arrange for you to rest there. Please keep an eye on Mr. Schultz for me. I will be right back after making the arrangement.”

Before Nicole could object, Conor was already on his way to organize the accommodations.

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With Conor gone, Nicole felt an obligation to remain. If any complications arose, she realized that the doctors would need a point of contact. Thus, she settled onto the sofa in the lounge, awaiting news.

Meanwhile, Jarrod, who had just undergone a minor procedure under light anesthesia, was beginning to come around.

As the fog of sedation lifted, Jarrod’s eyes fluttered open, and abruptly recalling the events, he exclaimed, “Nicole!”

Jarrod’s voice was laced with panic, a tone Nicole had never heard from him before.

Jarrod attempted to sit up, his eyes darting around the room as he called out again, “Nicole…”

Nicole, mindful of his fresh bandages and the strain any movement would put on him, coughed softly to signal her presence and took a few steps closer. “I’m right here,” she reassured him gently.

Jarrod’s gaze lifted to meet hers, his voice tinged with concern. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. There’s nothing to worry about,” Nicole responded calmly.

The relief that washed over Jarrod’s face was palpable, his eyes softening as the tension drained from his features.

In his groggy state, Jarrod was haunted by a terrifying dream. He envisioned Doreen, knife in hand, lunging at Nicole and stabbing her in the abdomen. This nightmare jolted him into a state of urgency.

Abruptly, Jarrod reached out and wrapped his arms around Nicole’s waist, resting his head gently against her belly. He was cautious not to press too hard, enduring his own pain to maintain this tender connection.

“Nicole, I beg you, hold on to our baby,” he murmured urgently.

Taken aback by his sudden embrace, Nicole’s initial reaction was to escape, but Jarrod’s grip was both secure and soothing, binding her closely.

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