Her tearful appeal was poignant.


    She appeared fragile and ethereal, her lips a vivid red, her hair like silk, herplexion delicate as a ss orb.


    Roscoe’s mind flickered with a trace of recognition, but it vanished as quickly as it came, shattered by Doreen’s piercing scream.


    “You’re crazy!” Doreen pushed Nicole forcefully.


    Caught unprepared, Nicole stumbled and fell, her knees scraping against the ground, blood soon staining her khaki pants.


    Doreen, observing Nicole’s frail form, grew concerned she might have caused Nicole serious harm.


    Aware that Jarrod still harbored feelings for Nicole, she knew any severe injury to Nicole could lead to a reprimand or more.


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    Doreen hastily tugged at Roscoe, who seemed rooted to the spot.


    “Roscoe, we need to leave now.


    This woman is unhinged and could be dangerous…”


    Roscoe looked down at Nicole.


    For some reason, he found it hard to bring himself to leave with Doreen, his feet rooted to the spot “Roscoe!” Doreen called out again, irritation clear in her voice.


    She noticed Roscoe’s attention was fixed intently on Nicole, which irked her.


    Doreen scoffed, wondering what made Nicole so captivating to men.


    Was it Nicole’s slightly fuller figure, her plump lips, or _ her mesmerizing face? Men seemed ensnared by merely her presence.


    Resorting to deception, Doreen clutched her stomach and cried out in agony.


    “Roscoe, my stomach… It’s unbearable!”


    Doreen clung to Roscoe like an octopus, and he had no choice but to carry her into the car, leaving Nicole behind without a backward nce.


    Nicole sat on the ground, despondently watching the car disappear, tears clouding her vision.


    Her heart throbbed with a dull pain.


    Just then, a passerby noticed Nicole’s distressed state and approached with concern.


    “Miss, are you alright?”


    Such a voice full of worry made Nicole’s tears flow freely,rge and glistening like pearls.


    The passerby was taken aback.


    “Miss, what’s wrong? I can take you to the hospital, but I’ll need to record the process with my phone in case any tricks are in y.


    ”


    Nicole, amidst her sobs, managed to say, “No, that’s not necessary.


    ”


    She tried to mask the pain in her chest.


    The passerby scrutinized her pale face.


    “Are you sure? You seem very unwell.


    ”


    “I’m fine.


    Thank you,” Nicole replied, not wanting to dampen the stranger’s kind intentions.


    She knew she couldn’t go to the hospital, not with the crucial trial just two days away and no room for moreplications.


    Despite the crushing revtion of Roscoe’s amnesia, she steeled herself for the challenges ahead.


    Summoning her strength, Nicole slowly stood and limped toward a nearby bench to rest.


    However, just as she seemed to settle, her strength gave way, and she copsed from the bench,


    unconscious.


    rmed, the passerby shouted for help.


    “Miss! Miss! Can someone call an ambnce?”


    Nicole was rushed to the hospital.