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, within

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

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

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

"Don't be so pessimistic.

"Just tell

closed

medications you were taking before didn't heal

masked

damaged your organs," the doctor

you consumed was a slow

gaze, crumpling the report into a

like this?" He

carefully for Alyssa reflected a dim,

I gained came at

my life." When Justin helped him, he saw it

in truth, he had sold his soul to

"T've never feared death.

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