You have my word

[Chapter 133]

Now Jarrod spun around to find Jamie standing behind him.

Thinking she might not appreciate the smell of his cigarette, he snuffed it out and tossed it.

A wave of relief washed over Jamie when she saw what he had just done.

She was confident that Jarrod would not blame her for anything, even if she had done something as extreme as killing Nicole.

"Why are you here?" Jarrod asked with a puzzled look on his face.

Jamie lifted the thermal pot in her hand.

"I made you some breakfast.

It's your favorite seafood soup." Jarrod's eyes twinkled.

During his challenging times abroad, Jamie's homemade soup had been his sole comfort.

They moved to the dining area of the VIP ward and took seats at a table.

Jamie lifted the lid off the pot, filled a bowl, and passed it to him.

Jarrod accepted the bowl and downed the soup in just a few hearty gulps.