When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 1870 It Was Nicholas

When Jocelyn returned to the hospital, she hadn't even stepped inside the room when she overheard voices coming from within.

She hadn't meant to eavesdrop, but the moment she heard Nicholas's name, her footsteps froze.

"Is Nicholas trying to get revenge for his brother?" a man's voice asked.

"No way. Nicholas and Nathaniel can't stand each other," Yannick's voice answered bitterly. "I didn't see this coming at all. Never thought I'd be dealing with such a calculating bastard who'd actually send someone to run me down."

Jocelyn stood frozen in the corridor, stunned.

Nicholas? He arranged for someone to hit Yannick with a car? But why?

"That's all we can do for now. I've got to head back. If anything else comes up, keep me posted." The man speaking to Yannick sounded like a close friend.

Upon hearing him prepare to leave, Jocelyn instinctively ducked into a nearby corner, staying hidden until his footsteps faded.

It took her a while to gather herself before she finally stepped into the room.

"Jocelyn, I thought you weren't coming back." Yannick's face lit up the moment he saw her. His voice, filled with joy, made it clear just how much her presence meant.

She walked over to sit beside the bed. "Have you eaten yet?" she asked gently. Yannick nodded eagerly. "Yes, I have. The takeout you ordered was amazing." Jocelyn blinked, a little speechless. It's just takeout. What's so amazing about it? She felt slightly embarrassed, regretting not getting him something more thoughtful—but she quickly moved on and shifted the topic, sounding him out, "About your accident... did that taxi hit anyone else?"

Yannick took a slow sip of the water she handed him, adamant about keeping it from her. "No. I was the only unlucky one."

Yannick knew exactly where Nicholas stood in Jocelyn's heart. That was what worried him the most. If he told her the truth, she might not only refuse to help- she could even turn against him.

But Jocelyn wasn't naïve. She might

be slow when it came to matters of love, but that didn't mean she was blind She could tell Yannick deliberately hiding something from

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And she didn't like it. "I overheard your conversation with your friend at the door earlier," she said quietly.

"Huh?" Yannick froze, clearly startled. He quickly scrambled to explain, "We were just speculating-it might not be him."noveldrama

Jocelyn lowered her eyes. "We're

getting married soon. I want us to be honest with each other-completely. I'll trust you, just as I hope you'll trust me Don't worry, I won't doubt you just because of him."

She was calm, reasonable. Feelings were one thing-knowing where to draw the line was another.

After a pause, Yannick realized there was no use in keeping anything from

her anymore. He let out a breath

shared everything his investigation had uncovered.

"I just don't understand," he murmured. "Why would he go after me? I've never done anything to offend him."

Jocelyn recalled the photo Nicholas had given her, along with the sharp, unkind words he'd spoken about Yannick. She still couldn't fully grasp his intentions.

"He's also the one who gave me that photo," she said quietly.

"What?" Yannick immediately understood. A bitter smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "So, he's upset about our engagement."

Jocelyn shook her head at once. "That's impossible. He doesn't even like me."

She said it with certainty. Nicholas had always been drawn to Cecilia-she'd never doubted that.

Yannick looked at her, unsure whether her innocence was charming or just painfully naive.

"Some men have a strong sense of possession. Just because he doesn't love you doesn't mean he can stand seeing you with someone else."

Jocelyn blinked, surprise and disbelief flashing across her face.

Seeing how shaken she was, Yannick began to wonder if he'd said more than she was ready to hear. "It's just a guess. I could be completely wrong."