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

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

have long to live, do

death formed an invisible net around him,

"Don't be so pessimistic.

were to be subject to vigorous treatment—" "Just tell me—how much longer do I have?"

a year." Jameson closed his eyes and

you were taking before didn't

only masked

damaged your organs," the doctor

you consumed was a slow poison, highly addictive, creating a

late." Jameson lowered his gaze, crumpling the report into a ball, squeezing it tightly as if he

life is ending like this?" He slowly lifted his

black rose he had nurtured so carefully

came at a

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

truth, he had sold his soul to the

"T've never feared death.

can't bear to..." Thoughts of Alyssa filled his mind, and he broke down, tears streaming as his heart