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.

and his mother were not from

who had been kind and gracious enough

With a move of

sense of arrogance and superiority was

and insults.

matter what, I have raised you to who you are today. You wouldn't be where you are

privilege to be so rude and rebellious

at Jasper with bloodshot

a boy, would you have found

a pitiful woman who was carrying your

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

on the

terrifyingly cold as he continued to

nurture and care and my mother's

rebellious bastard! You have crossed

utterly crumbled. Outraged, he raised

Jasper across his face.

glistening eyes carried an