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

might help ease your condition." Jameson's pale, chapped lips uttered,

long to live, do

of emptiness and the fear of death formed an invisible

"Don't be so pessimistic.

vigorous treatment—" "Just tell me—how much longer do I have?" The doctor choked, "At

a year." Jameson closed his eyes

you were taking before didn't

masked

even damaged your organs," the doctor

was a slow poison, highly addictive, creating

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

He slowly lifted his

had nurtured so carefully for Alyssa reflected

came at a

bought with my life." When Justin helped him, he

he had sold his soul to

"T've never feared death.

mind, and he broke down, tears streaming as his heart