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.

suggest you go to a proper

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

long to live, do 1?"

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

"Don't be so pessimistic.

to vigorous treatment—" "Just tell me—how

Jameson closed his

were taking before didn't

masked your

your organs," the doctor

what you consumed was a

it, it's already too late." Jameson lowered his gaze, crumpling the

this?" He slowly lifted his eyes

had nurtured so carefully for Alyssa reflected

gained came at

I've enjoyed these past ten years were bought with my life." When Justin helped him, he saw it as a gesture of kindness and

truth, he had sold his soul

"T've never feared death.

and he broke down,