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.

go to a proper hospital

chapped lips uttered, ''Can vigorous treatment cure me?"

is incurable, and I don't have long to live, do 1?" Jameson forced

emptiness and the fear of death formed an invisible net around

"Don't be so pessimistic.

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

closed

medications you were taking before didn't

masked

your organs," the

was a slow poison,

late." Jameson lowered his gaze, crumpling the report into a ball, squeezing it tightly as if he could

ending like this?" He slowly lifted his eyes

he had nurtured so carefully for Alyssa reflected a dim,

gained came at a steep

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

he had sold his soul

"T've never feared death.

bear to..." Thoughts of Alyssa filled his mind, and he broke down, tears streaming as his heart shattered once