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

might help ease your condition." Jameson's pale, chapped lips uttered, ''Can vigorous treatment cure me?"

is incurable, and I don't have long

emptiness and the fear of death formed an invisible net around

"Don't be so pessimistic.

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

closed his

taking before didn't

only masked your

even damaged your organs," the doctor

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

the time you notice it, it's already too late." Jameson lowered his gaze, crumpling the report into a ball, squeezing

ending like this?" He slowly lifted his

nurtured so carefully for

came

were bought with my life." When

sold

"T've never feared death.

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