Can’t Win Me Back

"Grandpa, please calm down." After a long period of silence, Justin stepped forward with a warm smile on his face. "You've misunderstood both Dad and me. I've never intended to take over Jasper's place.

"I'm already grateful to be alive, even with this broken body of mine. I desire nothing more. Besides, there's no one more suitable than Jasper to lead Beckett Group as its president. So, please don't trouble yourself or get angry over this."

Newton stared at Justin, his gaze locked on the faint smile that lingered on his grandson's face. Suddenly, he was struck by a vivid memory-of a young Justin, covered in blood, holding a knife, his lips curling into a sly smirk.

Pain shot through Newton's chest, sharp and unrelenting. He staggered, but Justin caught him just in time.

"Grandpa, be careful!"

Newton struggled to catch his breath, his hands clutching Justin's icy ones. His voice trembled as he spoke, "Justin... you wouldn't harm Jasper, would you? That boy lost his mother at such a young age.

His path hasn't been easy. Please, be kind to him. Don't make

with a cold, frosty light. "Grandpa, it seems you've forgotten that I, too, lost my mother when I was

Newton's breath hitched.

touch cold yet deceptively gentle. "No one will take away what belongs

relief as she managed

she hadn't planned to confront Sheryl directly today. Creating a scene was never her intention. Her primary goal was to scout the area and gather information for her next steps. She recorded everything she observed in the hospital, intending to review the

leave, she caught sight of Sheryl stepping out of an elevator. Sheryl's expression was

breath, Alyssa gritted

said, lighting a cigarette and taking

silhouette, clad in a lab coat, bore an uncanny resemblance