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.

to hell, be reunited with your dearest David."

just an inch away from Jameson, but it finally went limp. The entire room felt hollow and

spot. He lowered his head to look at the man at his feet

between us." He clenched his fist, and his fingernails dug painfully into his

Jimmy. It's not my fault. From the beginning 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 so good that they had no idea what was happening

flung open, and Jameson

ambulance! My dad had 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