Can’t Win Me Back

It was as if something was stuck in Javier's throat as he pointed at his son's face. His high and mighty

demeanor was slowly compromised. "Jasper, you ungrateful bastard!

"If I was putting on a show, I wouldn't have gone against the majority and suffered the pressure to bring

you and your mother back to the Beckett Group from the slums.

"If it weren't for me, both of you wouldn't have died on the smelly and nasty streets. Have you forgotten

how sick your mother was? She didn't have a single dime on her to go to the hospital for treatment.

"She had no way to support you. If it weren't for me, she wouldn't have recovered from her sickness.

How on Earth would you have lived the cushy life you have now?"

Alyssa watched as Jasper, feeling wronged, received a baseless accusation. As a bystander, her heart

burned with fire. She felt her blood boiling in her as her fists clenched.

Until now, Javier wasn't speaking to Jasper as a husband or a father. He was still on his high horse,

thinking he offered charity to Jasper and his mother, a holier-than-thou capitalist.

he said sounded like it made sense. However, everything

and his mother were not from the world as

one who had been kind and gracious enough to help

slum. With a move of

of arrogance and superiority was more humiliating and angering

and insults.

to who you are today. You wouldn't be where you are

rude and rebellious to me?" Javier ran his mouth like

at Jasper with bloodshot

a boy, would you have found ways to bring me back to the Beckett family? If

you ever remember a pitiful woman who

her name? Would you even remember she who didn't

food on the

curled into a sharp smile. He was terrifyingly cold as he continued to

care and my mother's strong body for who I

You

Outraged, he raised his hand and

Jasper across his face.

eyes