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, within this

lips uttered, ''Can vigorous treatment cure me?" The doctor looked

and I don't have long to live, do

death formed an invisible net around

"Don't be so pessimistic.

you were to be subject to vigorous treatment—" "Just tell me—how much longer do

Jameson closed

taking before

only masked your

damaged your organs," the doctor

was a

the report into a ball, squeezing it tightly as if he could crush the dreadful

my life is ending like this?" He slowly lifted his

rose he had nurtured so carefully

gained came at a steep

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

in truth, he had sold his soul to the

"T've never feared death.

Alyssa filled his mind, and