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

were not from

kind and gracious enough to help them escape from the

slum. With a move of his finger,

sense of arrogance and superiority was more humiliating and angering

and insults.

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

have the privilege to be so rude and rebellious to me?" Javier ran his mouth

at Jasper with bloodshot

and not a boy, would you have found ways to bring me back to the

pitiful woman who was carrying your baby wandering

even remember she who didn't have a roof over her

food on the

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

his nurture and care and my mother's

You have

he

Jasper across his face.

terrifyingly glistening eyes carried an intimidating sense