Chapter 1663:

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Opening her eyes to find her head on Jarrod’s shoulder, Nicole quickly recoiled, moving herself to the far corner of the seat.

“Sorry,” she mumbled, flustered.

“It’s okay,” Jarrod responded calmly, his voice steady.

Looking around, Nicole noticed they were parked outside her home, which made her anxious. “Why did you bring me here?” she asked, her voice tinged with confusion.

“You’ve been worn out lately,” Jarrod explained. “Go home and get some proper rest.”

Nicole shook her head, expressing her concern, “I still feel anxious. I need to make sure Austin is okay.”

“There’s no need,” Jarrod firmly replied.

He hesitated, worried Nicole might think he was keeping her from their child, and clarified, “I’m supervising him. Don’t worry. I’ve brought my work to the hospital. You need to rest, understood?”

Since Austin’s illness, Nicole hadn’t had a full night’s sleep. Dark circles were visible beneath her eyes, but she continued to push herself.

Nicole hesitated, thinking Austin might long for her presence. Jarrod, sensing her apprehension, played a few voice messages from his phone.

“Daddy, tell my mommy to go home and rest. If you don’t, I’ll call you uncle.”

“Tell my mommy to prioritize resting, or the baby in her tummy won’t grow strong. I can’t wait to meet my sibling! Tell the baby that their big brother is healthy and strong!”

Austin’s gentle and playful voice resonated. Even threatening Jarrod humorously showed the closeness in their relationship, and Austin’s vitality was clear.

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Nicole found some solace, realizing that taking care of herself would also bring comfort to Austin. Rest was essential for both her and her children. She dutifully exited the vehicle and headed home.

Following Jarrod’s orders, four bodyguards were strategically placed—two at the entrance of the residential area and two by the staircase. Their vigilance was so thorough that not even an insect could slip past unnoticed.

After Jarrod left, a woman cautiously approached from a distance. Cloaked in a large bucket hat and mask, concealing most of her face, she drew suspicion from the security personnel.

The guard approached and asked, “Madam, which residence do you belong to? What brings you here?”

Startled, the woman hesitated before responding, “I’m here to meet someone.”

“Just passing by?” The guard’s tone held skepticism.

Despite the area’s modest size and lack of luxury, they had recently enlisted a renowned security firm, affiliated with the Schultz Group, which ensured heightened safety standards.

Faced with someone suspicious, the guards didn’t let their guard down. “Madam, which building are you looking for?”

Growing more nervous, the woman glanced at the building numbers on the wall before blurting out, “Building 13.”

“And the unit?” the guard pressed.

“603,” the woman answered, picking a random number, assuming that her response would prompt the guard to let her go. To her surprise, the guard said, “Allow me to accompany you, Madam.”

The woman waved her hands quickly, refusing, “No, no, I can manage on my own.”

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