Chapter 785
With that, she turned to the bodyguard and commanded, “Fire!”
The bodyguard was taken aback and urgently explained, “Miss Powell, the river’s visibility is poor. If we fire aimlessly, we might
injure someone...”
“Just do as I say! Right now, our top priority is ensuring Jarrod’s safety. As for that woman, if she doesn’t make it, then how
unfortunate she was. She deserved it anyway.”
With a trembling hand, the bodyguard tried to aim several times but failed to find a steady target. Anxiety overwhelmed him.
“Get lost, you fucking idiot!” Jamie grabbed the fish-hunting spear and aimed at Nicole floating on the river. Then, she fired
without hesitation.
Bang! Her first shot missed!
Jamie lined up her shot once more...
On the river’s surface, Jarrod’s pupils suddenly contracted. He was just five meters away from Nicole. Thinking that it was the
bodyguard who was about to fire again, he clenched his teeth and cursed, “Moron!”
At last, he grabbed Nicole’s arm and shielded her in front of him.
The gunshot frightened away the piranhas.
Nicole’s expression remained calm. As Jarrod reached out, he could not detect any sign of breath from her.
“Nicole!” he loudly called.
Nicole remained unresponsive.
Jarrod’s lips, wet with seawater, gently met her lips and tried to perform mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.
After several attempts, Nicole still gave no sign of life.
Jarrod refused to give up. Time and again, he gently parted her lips and tried to breathe life into her.
At last...
Nicole coughed up water and stared vacantly at the blurred figure in front of her.
“Jarrod, did I die, or did you die as well?”
Jarrod was at a loss for words.
Before he could respond, Nicole suddenly burst into tears.
The river, veiled in mist, made her feel as though she had entered the underworld. Even her consciousness was hazy.
“Jarrod, why won’t you let me go, even after my death? I don’t want to see you. I hate you with all my heart! I’m seriously ill, and
yet you throw me into the river to feed the fish. I just want to spend more time with my parents. Are you even gonna deprive me
of that?”
Nicole leaned weakly against Jarrod’s chest like a stray puppy after a rain. She looked frail and pitiable.