Can’t Win Me Back novel (Alyssa and Jasper) novel Chapter 2186

A terrifying silence hung over the other end of the call. Sweat beaded on Jameson's temples as his heart pounded anxiously.

"Congratulations, Mr. Schmidt. Your wish came true, and you've finally gotten your woman," Justin's unmistakable voice came through, crisp and laced with amusement.

"I need to thank you for coming up with this plan for me and making all of this happen. Otherwise, I wouldn't have Lyse come to me so easily."

Jameson's deep eyes burned with passion. His voice, however, was rough and full of regret as he continued, "But I'm afraid I can never return to Solana City.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Justin. I couldn't clear the path for you or eliminate your opponent. Even the experiment on the new drug had to be halted. I deserve to die."

"Indeed, you do deserve to die." Justin's voice dropped, deep and cold.

The words wrapped around Jameson like a chokehold. Suffocation crept in, cold sweat running down his stiffened back.

"But you've managed to take the love of my brother's life away. It's as good as killing him." With a broad smile, Justin continued, "I'd say you've made amends."

Relief washed over Jameson. "Thank you for your forgiveness. Thank you for making our wish come true," he breathed, a single bead of sweat tracing his cheek.

"For Ms. Alyssa, you even used your own mother in your scheme. You watched her die right in front of you." Justin's tone was playful; whether impressed or mocking was unclear. "It's truly impressive how merciless you can be."

Jameson's heart clenched. His eyes blurred with tears as he gazed at the woman before him. Because of her, the excruciating loss of his only family crashed down on him, splintering him inside, his entire being consumed by the pain.

This version of him—could no longer be called human.

People should keep their distance from the wicked, and he was nothing more than a soulless bastard willing to bleed for love.

"Since you had the guts to drug your own mother, it shouldn't be a problem for you to administer some to Ms. Alyssa."

Jameson's pupils constricted immediately. To him, this suggestion was equivalent to taking a knife and piercing it through his heart.

"Go to the living room now. There is a box on the tea table. That's my gift to you."