Can’t Win Me Back

Betty’s breath hitched. The sight of Jasper was like a predator spotting its prey, sending a primal jolt of fear through her. She longed to disappear, to vanish into some dark, forgotten corner.

Javier shot Jasper a cold glance before rising and approaching them. “Dad, why didn’t you tell me that you were coming? I could have welcomed you properly.”

“I’m not a guest here; I’m returning to my own home. I don’t need a grand welcome,” Newton replied sarcastically, his tone laced with disdain for Javier.

Their strained relationship was palpable.

Javier’s expression darkened at his father’s sharp retort. It was a clear reminder that Seaview Manor belonged to Newton, not him—just because he lived there, it didn’t mean that he owned the place.

“Grandpa, I heard that Lauren has been recuperating at your place. How is she?

Is she feeling better?” Betty hurried over and stood behind Javier. She immediately made herself look like she was showing concern for her sister.

She’s been eating well

turned to Jasper with a hint of suspicion. “Jasper, you brought us here. Did you have

to adjust the wool blanket covering Newton’s

to find the one who conspired with the Harpers, the one who leaked Lauren’s diagnosis and attacked the Becketts from the shadows? The culprit is closer than you think,” he said, his voice

gaze on Betty,

in her voice as cold sweat formed on her forehead. She

that information! Don’t scapegoat me

Javier stared at Betty in

his grip tightening on the armrests of his

saying that Betty conspired with the Harpers

sternly. “Jasper, this isn’t a small matter! Lauren is your sister, but so is Betty. Even if you have grievances with her because of

opportunity to deflect blame. “Exactly! You’re just trying to pin this on