"A duck worth one thousand bucks isn't hard to find on the streets! The price I gave you wasn't low either, so what's with the anger, Young Master Floyd? If it weren't for the medicine from your fiancée last night, I wouldn't have needed to spend that thousand bucks at all! I'm caught in the crossfire of your marital disputes, and now you want to hold me accountable?"
Jose Floyd's face was extremely grim, and his gaze at Nicole was devoid of any warmth, cold as frost.
Nicole tossed her bag into the wardrobe, turned coldly, and went into the bathroom.
The bathroom door closed. Nicole leaned her back against it, her face showing fatigue, as a faint pain in her lower abdomen made her instinctively clutch her stomach.
Her face was somewhat pale. Her stomach had been frequently cramping lately, and she didn't know why.
The sound of a door being slammed shut from outside made Nicole sigh in relief.
He was finally gone—
