Love Unbreakable

Chapter 410 Warmth Doreen had extended a chance for I amends.

Yet, Roscoe merely offered a faint smile, ignited the car's engine, and drove away. He had no interest in any woman other than Nicole. Today's meet-up with Doreen was a direct command from his family. That was all he had committed to. Just to ensure Doreen's safe return and nothing beyond that.

As Doreen watched the car's taillights fade, tears welled up in her eyes, and she began to weep at her doorstep.

At Doreen's cries, her parents hurried out, their expressions changing dramatically as they spotted Doreen weeping miserably. They promptly contacted Roscoe's grandfather,

expressing their displeasure about Roscoe's conduct.

Roscoe's grandfather was understanding, assuring Doreen's parents that he would address the matter.

i When Roscoe returned home, it was nearing 11 p.m.

The lights were on, illuminating the villa.

Sitting in the living room was Roscoe's grandfather, exuding a stern aura from his chair. "Disobedient child, kneel!" he bellowed.

Roscoe, seemingly not catching his grandfather's words, remained standing, his posture rigid.

Infuriated, Roscoe's grandfather commanded the butler to fetch a stick over, wanting to have Roscoe yield.

I The butler complied. This stick was unique, inflicting sharp pain without leaving visible marks.

Roscoe's grandfather wielded the stick, I striking Roscoe until the latter I collapsed.

I Throughout the ordeal, Roscoe remained silent, enduring the pain with gritted teeth. Even as blood trickled from his mouth, indicating his severe injuries, he bore the pain stoically.

Roscoe's grandfather, torn between anger and concern, lamented, "Roscoe, don't resent me. I aim for your dignity to rise. Do you wish to be labeled a bastard forever?" Roscoe, blood staining his lips, responded with difficulty, "I won't depend on marriage for my status. I made that clear when I came back. I refuse to be part of such an alliance."Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

I "You!" Roscoe's grandfather, overcome with frustration, pointed at Roscoe, speechless with anger.

Roscoe, his face pale and drenched in sweat, managed to rise, standing tall I once again. As he stood, his presence j seemed to overshadow his grandfather, his demeanor turning commanding and formidable.

"Remember your promise. Once I secure the position, you'll allow me the freedom to choose my path." Roscoe's grandfather watched Roscoe leave the room, Roscoe's walk unsteady yet determined. Frustrated, he tapped his cane. Roscoe was indomitable! Raegan was jolted awake by Elin's urgent call.

Elin sounded distraught and panicked

I I over the phone. "Raegan, something awful has happened. Nicole just called me, saying she's killed someone!" Raegan bolted upright. "What did you I say!" Between sobs, Elin managed to relay the story to Raegan.

Elin had intended to ask Nicole a question, only to have Nicole answer the phone in a shaken voice, confessing she had killed someone! Afterward, Nicole's phone went dead.

Elin wept. "Raegan, what are we going to do?" Raegan, although alarmed, tried to soothe Elin, "Calm down first. Did Nicole say anything else?" Elin strained her memory and then added, "I think I overheard someone mentioning 'Mr. Schultz' in the background, but that was all."

I Mr. Schultz? Raegan connected the dots to Mr. Schultz in Nicole's life. That had to be Jarrod! Raegan reassured Elin, "Don't worry. I I know who to contact. I'll get more ) : information and update you." Ending the call, Raegan immediately contacted Mitchel.

Mitchel answered swiftly. "Raegan, what's the matter?" Mitchel's voice was a comfort in her turmoil. "Mitchel..." Sensing Raegan's distress, Mitchel urged, "Don't fret. What's going on?" Raegan shared Nicole's predicament, her voice breaking. "Mitchel, could you check if Jarrod's involved? If he's not, let's not bother him." Raegan feared Jarrod might cause Nicole trouble if he was bothered over

I something he wasn't involved in.

Mitchel paused briefly before I responding, "I'll look into it-and get back to you." [ "Alright, I'm waiting." Raegan's trusting response warmed the chilly night. Mitchel, feeling uplifted, affirmed, "I'm on it." Restlessly, Raegan awaited his call.

After a tense half-hour, Mitchel's call came through. He revealed, "It's Jarrod.

Miss Lawrence has injured Jarrod." Raegan was stunned. "Is Nicole in danger?" Mitchel replied, "No, but Jarrod is critically injured and hasn't regained consciousness yet." Raegan's heart raced. "Where's Nicole now? Do you know her whereabouts?"

' "She's at Jarrod's place. Alec has left her there." Mitchel, trying to alleviate her worries, added, "Don't stress too I much. Jarrod's people have contained the situation. It looks like they don't I plan to harm her, or else she would have been detained already." Raegan felt slightly relieved but still uneasy. "Can I go see Nicole?" "I don't think so. I'm unaware of Jarrod's current location. We must wait for him to wake up." Jarrod had accumulated many adversaries in his quest to lead his family enterprise. For security, his location was often undisclosed to prevent potential attacks.

"Isn't there any way to find out more?" Raegan inquired, still concerned.

"Stay calm. Jarrod won't harm Miss Lawrence." Mitchel understood Jarrod's

I affection for Nicole rivaled his love for Raegan.

However, Jarrod's approach was I excessively drastic, likely stemming from unresolved family matters.

Mitchel had often counseled Jarrod otherwise. Yet, a person marked by witnessing his parents' downfall held entrenched beliefs, not easily swayed.

Since Nicole's departure five years ago, Jarrod's engagement with Mitchel had lessened. It seemed they were gradually drifting apart. Jarrod had become more isolated, living in his own realm. Despite infrequent interactions, Jarrod retained a deep respect for his long-time friends.

No amount of reassurance from Mitchel could completely soothe Raegan. She implored, "Mitchel, if you hear anything from Jarrod's end, please inform me."

"Understood," Mitchel assured.

Raegan glanced at the clock. It was nearing la.m. Reflecting on Mitchel's weary appearance earlier, she I regretted calling him at such a late I ' hour. She remarked, "It's late. I I shouldn't keep you up." Suddenly, Mitchel inquired, "Will you be able to sleep?" "Excuse me?" Mitchel, understanding Raegan well, added, "You tend to lie awake when something bothers you." Raegan was stunned. He was correct.

With the current turmoil, sleep seemed elusive.

Then, Mitchel suggested, "Open your curtains and look outside." Seated near the window, Raegan stood up and drew back the curtains. As she

did, she began, "Mitchel, are you..." Raegan halted mid-sentence. By her I villa's entrance stood Mitchel, gazing up at her balcony.

I i d I Raegan was astonished. "Did you rush over from the hospital just for this?" Through the phone, Mitchel's voice was reassuring. "Yes, I was concerned about you." Raegan felt a rush of warmth from his gestures, leaving her struggling to find the right words.

Mitchel, leaning against his car, was pleased to see Raegan on the balcony.

He reassured, "Try to rest. I'm here." Raegan, touched, responded, "You shouldn't be here. You need to grab some rest." “I can't sleep either," Mitchel confessed.

"Why?" Mitchel simply replied, "Your worries keep me awake." y Raegan was at a loss for words. The summer night was muggy. Feeling somewhat sorry for him, she asked, "Would you like to come up?"