Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

Chapter 271 Unable To Wake Up

Bang!

Out of nowhere, a sudden kick sent Jamie sprawling to the ground.

The force of the kick made Jamie roll even further than Nicole had.

"Ah...Who kicked me...Who?"

Jamie was caught off-guard by the unexpected and powerful kick.

By the time she regained her footing, Jarrod had swiftly carried Nicole into the
car and driven away.

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

Frustrated, Jamie stamped her foot and let out a cry.

"Ahhh!"

She reluctantly chased after them.

In the car, Jarrod's arm continued to bleed because of Nicole's bite, yet he
seemed not to care about the wound.

Amidst the howling wind and rain, the car sped toward the funeral parlor.

Nicole remained motionless, almost lifeless.

Curled up in a corner, she was on the edge.

If Jarrod moved any closer to her, it could set her off into a frenzy of self-harm
and vomiting blood.

Jarrod kept his distance, fearing to provoke her further.Those past few minutes
felt like an eternity to him.

He pondered what could have happened if Nicole had more strength or a better
angle to kill herself by dashing toward the

concrete flower bed ...

He could have lost her forever.

This thought alone was enough to shatter him.

Inside the funeral parlor, morticians were frantically preparing Wesson's body.
Nicole refused to sit.

She crouched by the door to the embalming room, like an abandoned puppy, her
eyes fixed on the door.

Inside was her father.

He was the man who had once carried her on his shoulders under the sun and
shielded her from the rain, ensuring she never felt

a single drop.

With him, there had always been a ray of hope.

But now, her world had fallen apart.

The comerstone of her family was gone.

Finally, the door to the embalming room opened, and Nicole, overwhelmed by
grief, crawled inside on her knees.

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

Beneath a white cloth lay Wesson, silent and still.

Nicole, her hands quaking, barely found the voice to ask the staff, "Can you...Can
you lift it up?"

As Jarrod moved to assist, Nicole's voice, seething with resentment, stopped
him, "Don't touch him!"

Her words carried all the strength she had left.

Nicole's eyes were filled with despair.

"Don't touch him, and don’t you dare come near my father.Please!"

Jarrod, feeling a rush of anger, was about to respond when his phone vibrated
disruptively.

Without a word, he stepped outside to take the call.

Inside, the staff unveiled Wesson's face.

Despite efforts to repair it, the numerous stitches gave it a ghastly appearance.
“Ah...Ah!" Nicole's scream echoed through the room, a sound of pure agony. Her
heart felt as if it had been pierced, leaving a deep, throbbing wound.Her
stomach, already in knots, twisted in excruciating pain. Outside, Jarrod was on
the phone with Alec, who was managing the situation back at the building.
"Mr.Schultz, Miss Lawrence's mother collapsed after hearing about
Mr.Lawrence's suicide.She fell badly and suffered a serious head injury.She's in
critical condition," Alec informed him. Jarrod's reaction was immediate. "What?"
Alec added gravely, "The doctors say she sustained a severe head injury with
internal bleeding.She may not wake up." "Useless!" Jarrod's voice thundered.
"What the hell are those doctors doing?" He massaged his temples, struggling to
rein in his emotions. "Spare no expense for the best medical care.She must be
saved."Jarrod's voice quivered, betraying his inner turmoil. He seemed to be
speaking to Alec, but also muttering to himself. "She can't die.Nicole can't face
another loss." Alec, hearing the rare shake in Jarrod's voice, understood the
gravity of the situation.

"Understood, Mr.Schultz," he responded promptly.

After ending the call, Jarrod turned to see Jamie clutching a soiled wedding
dress, his footprints marring its white fabric.He was too anxious earlier. "Jarrod..."
Jamie's voice broke, laden with tears. Today, meant to be her big day, was ruined
by Nicole. Reflecting on the earlier incident, Jamie suspected Jarrod might have
been the one who kicked her over. If true, it meant Jarrod's feelings for Nicole
surpassed any gratitude toward her. Jamie felt like she was on the verge of a
breakdown, but knew she had to maintain composure. Now was the time to be
even more gentle and patient, contrasting herself with Nicole's deep resentment
toward Jarrod. "Jarrod, are you alright?" Jamie gestured to his bloodied cuff. "Is
your arm okay where Nicole bit you?" Jarrod's gaze lingered on her briefly before
he responded calmly, “I'm fine." "I'm sorry.l didn't know Nicole was going through
such a distressing situation.When I saw her attacking you, I acted
impulsively.Should I apologize to her?" Jamie cast her eyes down, adopting a
submissive demeanor.The stark whiteness of Jamie's wedding dress seemed
glaring to Jarrod.

He said softly, "No, I have treated you badly today.l promise to make it up to you
later.Please, go back first."

Jamie, feeling a sting of resentment, realized Jarrod was likely planning to spend
time with Nicole.

However, she noticed a softening in Jarrod's tone.

"Alright, I'll leave first. Take care," Jamie replied gently, masking her true feelings.
As Jamie walked away, Jarrod's thoughts lingered on Nicole, wishing for a
semblance of peace with her. After Jamie turned the corner, her expression
changed. She recalled overhearing Jarrod mention the critical state of Nicole's
mother. Two tragedies in one day? Jamie decided this news needed to reach
Nicole. She made a call, instructing, "Find out where Nicole's mother is and her
condition.” Raegan, confined in the villa, relied on television for news.

Bored, she flipped through channels, stopping abruptly at a news report.

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

Her mind reeled.

Nicole's father had committed suicide?Panicked, Raegan rushed to the gate,
ignoring her bare feet.

The gate was locked, the guards unyielding.

"Let me out!"

Raegan screamed, but the guards stood firm.

Then, a loud bang echoed.

The guards spun around in alarm.

Raegan had slammed her head against the door, swelling forming on her
forehead.

"Call Mitchel and tell him I need to leave!" she demanded.

The guards, tasked with her safety, could not ignore her plea.

The guards, under strict instructions to ensure Raegan's safety, swiftly opened
the gate after the phone call.

They couldn't risk her harming herself further.

Stepping out of Serenity Villas after over ten days, Raegan felt like she was
entering a different world.

The guards, with due respect, instructed her to enter the car, saying, "Mr.Dixon
has ordered us to take you to the company."

Raegan, eager to see Nicole, refused, "I need to see my friend."

"Sorry, we can't do that,” the guards replied firmly.

Despite her protests, Raegan found herself up against a wall.

Reluctantly, she got into the car, planning her next move.

The car journey was smooth, and they soon reached the company.

With the bodyguards shadowing her, Raegan had little room to maneuver.

She found herself waiting in the upstairs lounge.

After what seemed like an eternity, she still got no word from Mitchel.

Her anxiety to reach Nicole was almost unbearable.

Seizing a moment when the bodyguards were distracted, Raegan forcefully
pushed open the partition door and stormed into the

CEO's office.

Caught off guard and unfamiliar with the layout, the bodyguards reacted too
slowly to stop her.

By then, Raegan was already inside the CEO's office.

Inside, she found not only Mitchel but also a woman.

They appeared quite intimate.

The woman turned at the disturbance.

Raegan's face drained of color as she recognized the woman.

Her voice, laced with deep-seated hatred, trembled, “Lauren Murray..."