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 hospital soon,

lips uttered,

disease is incurable, and I don't have long to live,

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

"Don't be so pessimistic.

"Just tell me—how

a year." Jameson closed his eyes and

medications you were taking

only masked

even damaged your

you consumed was a slow poison, highly addictive,

Jameson lowered his gaze, crumpling the report into a ball, squeezing it tightly

like this?" He slowly lifted his eyes toward

had nurtured so carefully for Alyssa

I gained came at

fame and admiration I've enjoyed these past ten years were bought with my life." When Justin helped him,

in truth, he had sold

"T've never feared death.

to..." Thoughts of Alyssa filled his mind, and he broke