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.

you go to a proper hospital

your condition." Jameson's pale, chapped lips uttered, ''Can

I don't have long

death formed an invisible net

"Don't be so pessimistic.

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

Jameson closed his eyes

you were taking before didn't

only masked your

your organs," the

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

lowered his gaze, crumpling the report into

like this?" He slowly

black rose he had nurtured so carefully for

came at a steep

my life." When Justin helped him, he saw it as a gesture of kindness

had sold his

"T've never feared death.

Alyssa filled his mind, and