Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook
Chapter 1283

Chapter 1283:

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Austin eagerly and Vicki showed him the photos she had accidentally taken of Nicole outside the courthouse. Fortunately, she hadn't deleted them as they were perfect for this little scam.

“Isn’t this your mother?” Vicki asked.

Austin watched a video of his mother, vibrant and animated, and quickly got tear-eyed. “Mom… it's mom…”

Austin turned anxiously to Vicki and asked sincerely, "Vicki, when can I see my mommy?"

Austin was eager to see Nicole, believing that meeting her might give him a chance to reunite with Roscoe, whom he missed terribly.

"If you do what I say, I'll take you to see your mommy," Vicki assured him softly.

“Okay, I’ll do as you say.” Austin complaisantly.

Vicki spoke softly. “Now, go to bed. You need to be well rested and strong to visit your mommy, right?”

Austin and quickly went to sleep.

Vicki's voice was loud enough to be heard by the servants on the other side of the door. Jarrod had given strict instructions that Austin was never to be left alone in a room.

Although Vicki was there, the servants were cautious about leaving her alone with Austin.

It was not uncommon for stepmothers to mistreat their stepchildren, and the servants did not want to be responsible for Austin coming to harm. However, hearing Vicki calmly and patiently reassure Austin, they felt somewhat reassured.

Unseen inside the room, Vicki had pulled the blanket off Austin, who was rosy-cheeked, and laid him down on the bed in just his thin pajamas.

The half-open window was angled just right so the breeze blew straight into Austin.

Vicki sat by the bed, watching Austin, who bore a striking resemblance to Jarrod, with eyes filled with envy. She whispered silently to herself, “You should never have been born.”

In the hospital.

Jarrod had been keeping a close eye on Nicole, noting the bruises that covered her body. I have remembered that even when they were together before, she often appeared bruised.

Many of those marks had been caused by him in moments of anger, and although he sometimes felt remorse afterwards, he justified it as a punishment she deserved for not obeying him.

But now, those wounds had been inflicted by someone else, and a fierce anger rose up within him, an urge to destroy whoever was responsible.

That disgusting Derek… How dare he! How could I dare?

Jarrod's chest tightened painfully, a torment that seemed incomprehensible. It was a crushing sensation, almost as if he was losing the ability to breathe.

I have hated losing control. Years ago, while overseas in violent situations, he had sworn not to let anything related to him get out of his control, even if it was meant using extreme measures.

However, every time he was confronted with things related to Nicole, he felt his control slipping away more than once.

“You… What do you want me to do..” Jarrod sat down next to the bed, holding his hand.

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