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.

made sense.

his mother were not

who had been kind and gracious enough to help them

of his finger, they could enter his

ingrained sense of arrogance and superiority was more humiliating

and insults.

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

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

at Jasper with

girl and not a boy, would you have found ways to bring me back to the Beckett family?

pitiful woman who

power or status to her name? Would you even remember she who didn't

food on

sharp smile. He was terrifyingly cold as

for his nurture and care and my mother's strong body for who I

bastard! You have crossed the

demeanor had utterly crumbled. Outraged, he raised his hand

Jasper across his face.

unfazed. His terrifyingly glistening eyes carried an intimidating sense