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.

much better. She’s been eating

of suspicion. “Jasper, you brought us here. Did you

knelt to adjust the wool blanket covering Newton’s legs, his gaze

one who leaked Lauren’s diagnosis and attacked the Becketts from the shadows? The culprit is closer than you

fixed his gaze on Betty,

at me?” Betty stammered, panic evident in her voice as cold sweat formed on her forehead. She

think I leaked that information! Don’t scapegoat me

Javier stared at

eyes, his grip tightening on the armrests of

that Betty conspired with the Harpers to

Even if you have grievances with her because of Alyssa, you can’t throw baseless accusations. You need evidence for

deflect blame. “Exactly! You’re just trying to