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 soon,

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

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

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

"Don't be so pessimistic.

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

Jameson closed his eyes and

were taking before

masked

your organs,"

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

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

is ending like this?" He slowly lifted his eyes toward

black rose he had nurtured so carefully for Alyssa

came at a steep

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

sold his soul to

"T've never feared death.

and he broke down, tears streaming as his heart shattered once