Can’t Win Me Back

Mandy remained by Remy's side in the hospital ward, never once leaving him as he lay unconscious.

At this moment, like countless other Cyrrisians, she was also watching the shocking turn of events at Beckett Group's press conference unfold through her phone.

She saw Julien's unexpected appearance and how he presented his evidence, turning the tide just as Jasper was engulfed by public criticism.

Though pride and relief filled her heart, a deep concern lingered.

Julien and Jonah had not spoken of it, but everyone in the family could tell they had broken up. Julien had left for Mosgravia without a word of farewell, only calling her once in haste to say he was fine.

Jonah, on the other hand, rarely returned home, and when he did, he looked drained, his once-bright eyes now clouded with gloom that refused to lift.

Mandy's heart ached for them both, yet she had no idea what had driven them apart.

Now that Julien had returned to support Jasper, there was a chance he would cross paths with Jonah. From the depths of her heart, Mandy hoped this would be the opportunity they needed to reconcile.

Just then, a knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts.

responded, the door swung open, revealing Winston's trusted

something happen

the moment he saw the man lying unconscious on the hospital bed. His breath caught as he took in Remy's face-a

eyes hard, as

so much alike. How can two people

she gently traced Remy's features. "They don't just look alike. If you ask me... they are

you feel, but... Mr. Damien was in an aircraft disaster. His plane crashed into the sea. The rescue teams searched for a month but found no survivors. The official announcement confirmed that." Mandy's heart clenched. She tightly grasped Remy's calloused hands as though holding onto her last shred of hope. Years had passed, yet she still remembered Damien's hands-slender and delicate. Not like

this really is Mr. Damien... how is it

I believe you're a responsible man who can be discreet. I have no one else to turn to for this." She carefully handed him a plastic bag containing a bloodied handkerchief.

"You want a DNA

I've been secretly searching for him.

we know for certain. His health isn't what it used to be. I can't

heavily, sensing the weight of the task she entrusted him. He gave

the press conference, cameras flashed relentlessly at Alyssa and

by her side. His dark eyes locked onto hers, reading the cold determination in