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.

to a proper hospital

your condition." Jameson's pale, chapped lips uttered, ''Can vigorous treatment cure me?" The doctor looked

I don't have long to

and the fear of death formed

"Don't be so pessimistic.

treatment—" "Just tell me—how much

closed his eyes and

medications you were taking before

masked your

your organs," the doctor

words, what you consumed was a slow

notice it, it's already too late." Jameson lowered his gaze, crumpling the report into a ball, squeezing it tightly as if he could crush

like this?" He slowly lifted his eyes toward

he had nurtured so carefully

came at a

and admiration I've enjoyed these past ten years were bought with my life." When Justin

in truth, he had sold his

"T've never feared death.

just can't bear to..." Thoughts of Alyssa filled his mind, and he