Can’t Win Me Back

"Bastard... give...the medicine..." As his hand clenched over his chest, Victor finally couldn't hold on anymore. With a resounding thump, he fell to the ground and knocked against the settee.

"Dad, I'll give you one more chance." Jameson bent toward Victor slightly, but he still looked down at him as if he were watching a panting, old dog that was on its last legs. "Now, if you kneel and beg me, I will give you the medicine. One should act according to different situations. Isn't that what you taught us when we were young?" "Bastard... in... your... dreams!" Victor's eyes were almost popping out of their sockets as he glared at him and gnashed his teeth. He slowly crawled toward Jameson, but he couldn't stand it, no matter how hard he tried.

Jameson stepped back as if a foul-smelling, dirty object was at his feet.

Victor's pale face becashen gray. His suffering made Jameson feel a trace of satisfaction, and he couldn't help but laugh while tears cto his eyes.

sent off your favorite son. I wouldn't mind sending you off, either. Go to hell, be reunited with your dearest David." "David... my... my... David." Victor's bloodshot eyes bulged wildly, and

expression of pain stopped shifting. His wizened and stiff hand was just an inch away from Jameson, but it finally went limp. The entire room felt hollow

stood rooted to the spot. He lowered his head to look at

did to my mother andand resolve things between us." He clenched his fist, and his fingernails dug painfully into his palm. He muttered to himself, "I am your

till the end, you were the only one to blame." Carl and Victor's secretary, Corey, were waiting outside. The sound insulation for the chairman's office was

door flung open, and Jameson stumbled out,

a heart attack! Call an ambulance!" Carl was shocked at first, and he saw Jameson's stricken expression, but he also caught on to his indifferent, cold

and his lips curved into a fraction of a