Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

Then, Vicki’s voice chimed in, “Austin, do you want some mango? It’s sweet and delicious…”

Austin nodded in the video.

Nicole’s heart lurched into her throat as she watched.

She gasped, “No, no!” Austin was allergic to mangoes.

How could he possibly agree to eat them?

When Jarrod had taken Austin away from Nicole, he had ensured the doctors checked and provided a list of Austin’s dietary restrictions, which the nanny had passed on to the staff at the Schultz residence.

How could Vicki consider giving Austin mangoes? This had to be intentional.

Vicki was trying to harm Austin!

Panic surged through Nicole, her back drenched in sweat, her body trembling uncontrollably.

She bolted up and ran, but in her haste, she tripped and fell.

Pain shot through her head, her body aching from the impact.

Ignoring the pain, Nicole forced herself to her feet and ran again.

Reaching the ground floor, she hailed a taxi, driven by a desperate need to protect her son.

After entering the taxi, Nicole nervously directed the driver to Jarrod’s villa.

Situated halfway up the mountain rather than in the city center, Jarrod’s residence required over two hours of travel by taxi to reach.

However, the taxi halted at the mountain’s base.

The driver informed, “Miss, we’re prohibited from driving up to this estate.

Do you possess any authorization allowing me to proceed? If not, regrettably, you’ll need to ascend on foot.

”

Nicole shook her head, aware that gaining permission to ascend was unlikely.

The driver continued, “In that case, I apologize, miss.

Kindly get out of the car and make your way up on foot.

”

Nicole acquiesced, settled the fare, and exited the vehicle.

As Nicole strolled away, the driver’s gaze lingered on her silhouette, pondering if she might be yet another woman drawn to the callous charms of the affluent playboys.

Nestled along the slopes lay several opulent estates belonging to esteemed families.

Within this encla

ve, a scion might have callously wounded the affections of a certain woman.

Scaling the hill demanded a minimum of forty minutes on foot.

As Nicole reached the initial security checkpoint, stringent protocols barred outsiders from entry.

However, armed with the access code discreetly obtained from Jarrod’s nanny, she confidently proceeded.

This precaution was devised in case of an emergency, allowing Nicole to get in for the scenario where even divine intervention would falter in rescuing Austin.

Upon inputting the code, Nicole gained entry.

The ascent from the mountain’s base to its midsection was considerable, compounded by Nicole’s frail physical state.

The relentless midday sun intensified her fatigue, each step became increasingly arduous and draining.

No soul traversed this route toward the mansion.

Even the butler had a chauffeured conveyance arranged, sparing none the necessity of pedestrian travel.

Nicole pressed on for over forty minutes before arriving at Jarrod’s estate.

The mansion’s entrance stood firmly shut, prompting Nicole to approach and rap on its imposing door.