Can’t Win Me Back

Those who didn't know Jameson well would never associate him with villainous words like "viper", "monster", or "devil".

Step by step, Alyssa walked to the side of his bed.

Her gaze was calm as she examined him.

"I'm not feeling well, Lyse..." Jameson's eyes turned red from holding himself back.

Finally, he couldn't help himself.

He gulped and reached for her hand.

But she offered him no opportunity.

A frown creased her face as she stepped back to avoid him.

"It's such a shame," she smirked mockingly, "that you're merely ill.

Not dead." The air in the room grew thick with tension.

After a moment, Jameson leaned back against the headboard, his eyes still filled with tender affection.

"T won't kick the bucket so easily, Lyse.

I wouldn't be able to see you again if I died." Alyssa scoffed, clenching her fists.

"I've toiled through so much to come back from Kontina to see you.

All these years, you've been the reason I persevered.

So, for your sake, I have to live a long life." Alyssa continued to stare at him coldly, like a judge sentencing a criminal.

"If you truly care for me, you'll listen.

immediately." Jameson's lips stretched into

you weren't living for my

was all

fueled by your ever-growing and insatiable greed." Alyssa's words were as sharp as a blade, stripping

Jameson cocked his head.

looked at her,

in his eyes mirrored how one

I

to have you arrested and

be able to avenge all the innocent lives you've so mercilessly taken!" Before she finished, a sudden

grabbed her with his chilly

against him, but the so-called " patient"

the struggle, Jameson's sleeve pulled back, revealing rows of

Alyssa's eyes widened.

fruit knife from

one can

Not even the law.

one who can." Jameson smiled, his

continued, "I know it's

give you the opportunity

me as

are a madman!" Alyssa felt suffocated

ruthlessly and hurled the knife

a backward glance,

Jameson's eyes darkened.

the maniacal smile on his

"Mr.

Schmidt!" Carl rushed in.

in a concerned voice,

You and Ms.