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.

a proper hospital soon, within this

ease your condition." Jameson's pale, chapped lips uttered, ''Can vigorous

I don't have long to live, do 1?"

mix of emptiness and the fear of death formed an invisible net around him, trapping him in

"Don't be so pessimistic.

treatment—" "Just tell me—how much

Jameson closed his eyes

were taking before didn't heal

only masked your

your organs,"

what you consumed was a slow poison, highly addictive,

already too late." Jameson lowered his 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 the

had nurtured so carefully for Alyssa reflected a dim, faint

gained came at a

past ten years were bought with my life." When Justin helped him, he saw it as a

had sold his soul

"T've never feared death.

mind, and he broke down, tears streaming as his