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Chapter 731: For a moment, Jarrod could only stare, stunned by the news. He turned toward his mother, searching her face for reassurance. "Is that really what happened?" he managed to ask, uncertainty in his voice. Sandra squeezed his hand and nodded gently. "Since we have that agreement, the whole thing looks like nothing more than a scuffle between you and Axell. No one sees it as an attack anymore. There won't be any criminal charges." Tears welled in Jarrod's eyes as relief began to set in. Slowly, he sank into the seat and let out a deep, unsteady breath.

Recent days had left him drained and hollow, with no appetite and sleep slipping further from reach as worry gnawed at his thoughts. Nothing haunted him more than the idea of being abandoned, and at some point, he had almost accepted that five years behind bars could become his reality. Even so, his parents had somehow found a way to obtain Axell's forgiveness, reaching down to pull him free when he had nearly lost hope. "Unbelievable," he said, his voice trembling. "I can hardly believe it.

Part of me was sure you'd left me behind." Richard's grip on the steering wheel grew firm as he kept his words sharp. "You need to remember this moment. Going forward, control your temper. Don't act on impulse." "Okay, Dad." Jarrod's nod was quick and full of promise. "I mean it, I'll never pull a stunt like that again." Through the glass, shifting landscapes retreated while sunlight spilled over Jarrod's face. Jarrod sank deeper into the seat, struck by the gentle warmth shining through the window. Hope broke through the gloom at last, promising that brighter days lay ahead.

Keep reading gⱯlnσνℯs․com A sudden worry shot through his mind. He began to wonder about Rosanna, uncertain of what fate had found her after everything that happened at the birthday banquet. "Dad, Mom... I just realized Rosanna isn't here. Is she all right?" Worry crept into Jarrod's words as he spoke. The car fell into a hush. No one said a word. Sandra gripped her hands together and looked away, deliberately avoiding his eyes. Richard's expression darkened, and without warning, he slammed on the brakes, bringing the car to an abrupt halt.

Everyone jerked forward from the impact, and only Richard's quick reaction kept them from crashing into the vehicle ahead. Jarrod felt his chest tighten. "Dad, what's going on?" A cold hush settled inside the vehicle, the air heavy as if winter had slipped in. Both Richard and Sandra remained silent, refusing to break the tension. Jarrod kept watching them. Something wasn't right. Their faces looked strange, like they were trying to keep something from him. "What is this all about?" His voice grew sharper. "Dad. Mom. If something's happened, I need to know. Please don't shut me out." . . .