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.

like it made sense. However, everything was hinted toward

and his mother were not from the

kind and gracious enough to help them escape from

With a move of his finger, they could

ingrained sense of arrogance and superiority was more humiliating

and insults.

raised you to who you are today. You wouldn't be where you are today without

to be so rude

at Jasper with

and not a boy, would you have found

pitiful woman who

Would you even remember she who didn't have a

on

was terrifyingly cold as he continued to mock Javier, "I

and care and my

rebellious bastard! You

he

Jasper across his face.

unfazed. His terrifyingly glistening eyes carried an intimidating sense of