Can’t Win Me Back

With a soft click, Remy opened a hidden compartment in the necklace.

In it was a black-colored pill.

He took it out, put it in his mouth, and swallowed it.

Alyssa's voice in his head gradually faded away.

For over a year, he hadn't needed any medication to ease his headaches.

He thought he'd never have to take it again.

Meanwhile, Jameson clutched a medical report in his study room.

His handsome face was ashen, his sharp eyes bloodshot.

"Mr. Schmidt, your current health isn't looking good," his private physician hesitated, standing by his side.

"The medical facilities on this island are limited.

They might not be enough if your condition suddenly worsens.

you go to a proper hospital soon, within

chapped lips uttered, ''Can vigorous treatment cure me?" The

long to

and the fear of death formed an invisible net around

"Don't be so pessimistic.

be subject to vigorous treatment—" "Just tell me—how

Jameson closed

medications you were taking before didn't

masked your

damaged your

was a

gaze, crumpling the report into a ball, squeezing it tightly as if he could crush the dreadful reality

is ending like this?" He slowly lifted his eyes toward

carefully for Alyssa reflected a dim,

came at a steep

with my life." When Justin helped him, he saw it as a gesture of

sold his soul

"T've never feared death.

to..." Thoughts of Alyssa filled his mind, and he