Can’t Win Me Back novel (Alyssa and Jasper) novel Chapter 2502

"Lyse!"

Justin, who was usually calm, composed, and elegant, rushed toward Alyssa as though nothing else in the world mattered.

As Sheryl watched the drastic change in his demeanor, her lips pressed into a thin line. Jealousy roiled violently in her chest.

Why? Why was it always like this?

Jasper—a man so dazzling, so proud and untouchable—had once lowered himself repeatedly for Alyssa, even placing her above his own life. Now, even Justin, a man with a god-like presence and bearing, was willing to humble himself for her sake.

Alyssa was a minx by nature, born to ensnare men. If her mother were still alive, she would surely have been the same kind of femme fatale. Alyssa had inherited that wicked bloodline without a doubt.

Before Justin could get anywhere near Alyssa, Silas and Liam blocked his path.

Silas glared at him with bloodshot eyes and roared, "Justin, you scorpion! Do you have no shame in showing up here? What kind of damn medication did you give my father? What the hell are you trying to do?"

Justin met his gaze calmly, his tone sincere and restrained. "Of course, I hoped Mr. Winston would regain consciousness as soon as possible. I share the same wishes as all of you."

Silas let out a harsh laugh. "You? The same wishes as us? Don't be so fucking shameless. We're Winston's children. Who the hell do you think you are?"

Sheryl shot Silas a furious glare. "Mind your language, Mr. Silas. Do not insult Mr. Justin like this."

Silas snapped back instantly, "And who do you think you are?"

Sheryl's face flushed crimson. "Why, you—"

Justin, however, remained unmoved. His gaze was deep and unreadable, revealing nothing of what he was truly thinking.

Standing beside Alyssa, Axel stared straight at Justin. A biting chill radiated from him as his fists clenched tightly at his sides, his knuckles cracking audibly.

Alyssa inhaled deeply and gently tugged at the hem of Axel's shirt, signaling him to stay calm.

It wasn't just because beating Justin senseless would not force him to reveal Amber's whereabouts. Deep down, Alyssa was terrified that if Axel provoked him, Justin would vent his fury by escalating the torture Amber was suffering in captivity.

After all, Justin was a schemer—a hypocrite as venomous as a serpent. He was fully capable of such cruelty.

Everyone froze. This was the answer they feared the most.

Alyssa's restraint finally shattered. Her hoarse voice echoed down the corridor as she cried out, "What do you mean you can't give a definitive answer? Isn't there a time frame?"

"It could take a month… perhaps a year. Or perhaps—"

Her eyes turned completely red. "Or perhaps… he'll never recover them. Isn't that what you're saying?"

Abel lowered his head, unable to respond.

A violent thrum exploded in Alyssa's mind. It felt as though the ground beneath her had split apart and the sky had collapsed.

Her vision went black, and the next instant, her slender body crumpled to the floor like a feather falling from a bird's wing.

"Lyse!"