Can’t Win Me Back

Acold glint flickered in Jameson's eyes, masking the savage fury unleashed by the pain and desperation as his wound was torn open.

"Lyse...

1 know you despise me, but you can't slander me like this..." "I slandered you? Jameson, you've really gone off the deep end.

You dared to do such a thing but don't have the guts to admit to it? wt Alyssa stared straight at his pale and gloomy face.

There wasn't any fear within her, only a heart-wrenching resentment.

"Mrs. Schmidt looked like she was having an episode because of what I said, but I already felt something was off when she was seizing and foaming at the mouth.

"In the past, you've said that your mother's heart was weak.

But when I checked on her eyes and pulse at the time, she wasn't presenting with symptoms of a heart attack, let alone a seizure.

"Subsequently, red spots started to form on her skin.

Pairing all that with the way you're reacting right now, I have reason to believe that you injected Mrs.

Schmidt with some poisonous substance beforehand.

to death!" Jameson's hand

veins on his hands popped, and a menacing

"Jameson...

do that..." "Lyse, do you know that your smarts are both your strength and weakness?" Jameson smiled despite having reddened eyes, making his face look even more twisted and despondent than

grabbed Alyssa by the chin, squeezing her so

all because

because of you!" Jameson's voice, ragged and raw, erupted

was inhumane

to Alyssa, he had never raised his voice—not once

rage, melded into a twisted knot

festered, rotted, devoured him like maggots

ground for sin, and when he finally wanted

a monster—his

control, and it was too late

"My mother...

if I hadn't done it, she

She would've suffered horribly.

His burning gaze softened, and Jameson

helicopter so willingly if I hadn't? It would've been harder to bring you

one shot; I couldn't