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.

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

light. "Grandpa, it seems you've forgotten that I, too, lost my mother when I was very

Newton's breath hitched.

over Newton's, his touch cold yet deceptively gentle. "No one

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,

sight of Sheryl stepping out of an elevator. Sheryl's expression was cold as she strode toward the

her breath, Alyssa gritted

lighting a

before her. Sheryl's silhouette, clad in a lab coat, bore