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.

it made sense.

his mother were not from the

had been kind and gracious enough

smelly slum. With a move of his finger, they

and superiority was more humiliating and angering than

and insults.

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

the privilege to be so rude and rebellious to me?" Javier

firing at Jasper with bloodshot

would you have found ways to bring me back

for this, would you ever remember a pitiful woman who

her name? Would you even remember she who didn't have a roof over her

food on

terrifyingly cold as he continued to mock

and care and my mother's strong body

rebellious bastard! You have

he raised his hand and was about to

Jasper across his face.

was unfazed. His terrifyingly glistening eyes carried an intimidating sense