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

beginning, you weren't

all for

out of the trenches to where you are now, fueled by your ever-growing and insatiable greed." Alyssa's

Jameson cocked his head.

at her,

mirrored how one might

told, Jameson, sometimes, I fear something happening to

I wouldn't be able to have you arrested and face

to avenge all the innocent lives you've so mercilessly taken!"

grabbed her with

but the so-called " patient"

sleeve pulled back, revealing rows

Alyssa's eyes widened.

from beside his bed

can punish me,

Not even the law.

one who can." Jameson smiled, his eyes

as he continued, "I know it's

give you

where you stab me as long as it makes

a madman!" Alyssa

away ruthlessly and hurled the knife far away

glance, she

Jameson's eyes darkened.

his face revealed a

"Mr.

Schmidt!" Carl rushed in.

asked in a

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