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.

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 his chapped lips opened

away from Jameson, but it finally

lowered his head to look at the

resolve things between us." He clenched his fist, and his fingernails dug painfully into his palm. He muttered to himself, "I am your most outstanding

tender-hearted 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

open, and Jameson stumbled out,

had a heart attack! Call an ambulance!" Carl was shocked at first, and

everything, and his lips curved