?Chapter 730:


    “Dad! Mom! What happened to your hair, Dad? It’spletely white!”


    Richard offered a soft smile and patted Jarrod’s back, his voice unwavering.


    “It’s nothing to fuss over. White hair is cool. The important thing is that you’re home and safe.”


    With another reassuring squeeze, he added,


    “Everything’s alright now. Let’s go home.”


    Stepping closer, Sandra rested her hand on Jarrod’s head, her touch gentle and steady.


    Without thinking, Jarrod turned, holding tightly to his mother. Words caught in his throat, almost too painful to say.


    Minutes passed before he managed to stutter,


    “I only wanted to help Rosanna. I never expected things to spiral like this. Hurting Axell was never my intention…”


    Sandra patted his back, her voice thick with emotion.


    “You’re not at fault, Jarrod. I know you were only trying to protect your sister. Nobody can predict how things will unfold in moments like those. Please don’t me yourself. I know your heart.”


    Her reassurance only deepened his sense of remorse. He had always wondered if his parents cared more about Rosanna, but now he understood the depth of their love for him, too.


    Arranging for his release must havee at great personal cost to his parents. Yet Jarrod knew this freedom was only temporary.


    Charges from Axell still hung over him, and Axell had a reputation for holding grudges.


    Despite the uncertainty, being out in the sunlight, able to hug his parents, felt like a gift.


    He dropped his gaze, quietly sharing the harsh truth.


    “While I was inside, I talked to awyer. The odds aren’t good. I’ll probably be locked up for at least five years.”


    Before despair could settle in, Richard leaned close, his tone low and urgent.


    “You don’t need to worry — we’ve already worked things out with Axell.”


    Scanning the parking lot, Richard noticed a few officers lingering nearby. He nudged Jarrod toward the car.


    “This isn’t the ce for details. Let’s get in the car and talk privately.”


    Suspicion flickered across Jarrod’s face, but he followed them without protest.


    Once they were seated in the car, curiosity got the best of him, and he blurted out,


    “Dad, was that real? Did Axell actually back down and settle with the Morgan family? Wasn’t he the one who swore I’d be locked away for good?”


    “I’ve been through hell these past few days, trapped inside that ce. Axell didn’t stop at threats — he actually sent his men after me and warned that he’d ruin my entire family’s life!” Jarrod’s anger spilled over, his voice shaking, barely containing his frustration. “Do you really think he’d ever just let me walk away from this?”


    Richard focused on the road ahead, his hands clutching the steering wheel as he brought the car to life. Without ncing back, he kept his tone steady.


    “Everything’s been handled already. We’ve obtained the settlement agreement. I made sure to get awyer involved. The court session in three days is just a technicality. You cannot end up behind bars, so stay calm.”


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