Love Unbreakable

Chapter 327 She Was Playing Tricks On You As dusk settled in, lightning streaked across the sky. A sudden, drenching rain followed, sounding like a loud clatter.

Jarrod, kneeling in the rain, looked ghostly pale. He had been in that position for seven hours.

Far from being a relief, the heavy rain only added to his discomfort, making him feel dazed and breathless. Each breath he took was a struggle, choked by the relentless rain.

Jarrod coughed continuously, his shoulders shaking with each bout. The coughing grew more intense, his breathing labored.

Rainwater filled his windpipe repeatedly. Then, a metallic scent hit him - the smell of blood. A large amount of blood spilled from Jarrod's mouth, staining the ground before being washed away by the rain.

The corners of his pale, thin lips were tinged with an odd, stark shade of red.

"Mr. Schultz!" Alec, who had thrown his umbrella to the ground, grabbed the trembling Jarrod. From choking, Alec shifted to outright bawling.

"Mr. Schultz, please, allow the medical team to attend to you..." Alec pleaded, desperate to alleviate Jarrod's pain.

Alec owed Jarrod his life. Jarrod had saved Alec when the latter was a tramp abroad.

Before Alec encountered Jarrod, his life was a relentless struggle. He faced

daily beatings and was treated worse than a dog. It was a harrowing time for him.

Then, one day, everything changed.

Jarrod wore bright leather shoes and intervened, kicking a hooligan off Alec's back. At that moment, Alec lay on the ground, too beaten to lift his head.

It was then Jarrod offered him a helping hand, asking, "Do you want to work for me?" That day marked a new beginning for Alec. It was his moment of salvation.

Jarrod taught Alec boxing and self- defense. Together, they forged a path in their careers abroad. Alec silently vowed to remain loyal to Jarrod for the rest of his life.

It seemed Jarrod momentarily emerged

from his delirium upon hearing Alec's voice. Jarrod managed to push Alec away, murmuring as if in a trance, "Nicole had said she might forgive me as long as she's satisfied..." Nicole's words consumed Jarrod. As he spoke, blood continued to flow from the corner of his mouth, making it seem as if his throat was filled with shards of glass.

Even breathing became a form of torture for Jarrod. Each breath felt like thorny vines were being driven into his throat. His entire body ached, the pain so intense that he thought death might be a kinder fate.

"Mr. Schultz! She is playing a trick on you! Please, snap out of it!" Alec implored, his voice filled with concern and desperation.

"Not possible!" Jarrod's voice, hoarse and growling, cut through the sound of the rain. "Nicole won't play tricks on | me. She just won't..." The rain intensified, pouring down as if to engulf everything in its path.

Alec, watching Jarrod's pale, trembling form, felt a deep sense of sorrow.

Jarrod was battling extremes of heat and cold, a challenge even for the strongest of bodies. To make matters worse, the doctor had warned that given Jarrod's current state, he could suffer spasms or even die unexpectedly at any moment.

Alec considered forcibly taking Jarrod to the hospital, but he knew all too well Jarrod's stubborn streak after working with Jarrod for eight long years. He understood that, despite the

potential to save Jarrod's life, forcibly taking Jarrod away might leave Jarrod with a lifetime of regret and |§ depression.

Alec couldn't bring himself to act against Jarrod's wishes.

Alec surmised Jarrod's stubborn nature had widened the rift between him and Nicole.

As an assistant, Alec witnessed Jarrod had secretly done so much for Nicole and couldn't bear to leave her.

However, what Jarrod did and told Nicole told a different story.

With a heavy heart, Alec wiped away his tears, turned around and left.

Meanwhile, on the top floor of the Exhibition Center, Nicole had just

woken up from a comfortable sleep after a massage.

Nicole received a message from Raegan, saying Raegan had returned home to take care of Janey, who felt unwell.

Drawing the curtains, Nicole noticed the stormy, dark weather outside.

A glance at the clock told Nicole had slept for four hours. A dull ache in her stomach served as a reminder that she hadn't taken her nightly medicine.

As Nicole reached for her handbag, her handbag accidentally fell to the floor, scattering several differently colored medicine bottles.

Nicole stared at the empty handbag and the bottles on the floor, a sense of stun washing over her.

While other women's bags were filled with makeup, jewelry, and other treasured items, hers was always packed with pill bottles.

She had undergone a partial gastrectomy and was on medication.

This treatment was new, and the effects of the clinical trials were uncertain. Many in her experimental group hadn't survived beyond three months.

Miraculously, Nicole was the lucky one who had surpassed the critical five- year mark. However, this didn't guarantee her recovery. For the rest of her life, she would have to continue taking these classified medicines and endure their side effects.

The side effects were not mild. They included frequent panic attacks and vomiting. Moreover, Nicole had lost her

sense of taste. Everything she ate seemed bland, yet she had to pretend it was delicious to blend in with { others.

Her physical discomfort was a harsh reminder that she needed to take her medicine as soon as possible.

Nicole swallowed the pills without any water.

The dry, hard pills scratched her throat, sending a sharp pain down her esophagus. Oddly enough, this pain brought Nicole a sense of relief.

Devoid of taste and battling various physiological side effects, Nicole felt like a walking corpse. Yet, this pain was a constant reminder that she was still very much alive, a living, breathing human It also served as a motivation not to

give up. Her enemy was still out there, and she couldn't allow herself to perish without seeing justice done. She § had to not just survive, but thrive, to witness the downfall of the man who had caused her so much suffering.

After some time, Nicole made her way to the underground parking lot.

She got into her car, buckled her seatbelt, and started to drive out of the parking space. Just as she exited the parking place, a figure suddenly darted in front of her racing red car, landing on the engine hood.

Nicole slammed on the brakes, the sound echoing harshly in the confined space. Thankfully, she wasn't driving fast, but the car still skidded a few meters with the figure on the hood with a dull thud, the car finally came

to a stop, and the figure was thrown to the ground in front of the vehicle