Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

All eyes turned toward the door.

Dressed sharply in a suit, Jameson appeared in everyone's view while pushing a frail woman in a wheelchair.

"Lyse, who's that lady in the wheelchair?" Jasper looked puzzled.

"It's Victor's wife, Jameson's mother." Alyssa's expression darkened as she glanced at Lily.

Jasper narrowed his eyes. He vaguely recalled seeing Jameson's mother once at Lyla's birthday party.

At that time, under Jameson's careful styling, Lily appeared elegant despite her illness. She exuded a remarkable presence, just like an upper-class lady.

However, this time, her condition was noticeably worse than before, with graying hair and sunken cheeks.

Although the banquet hall wasn't cold, she needed to wrap herself in a blanket. She looked uncomfortable under the scrutiny of strangers.

Victor and Josh paled with shock—especially Victor. He stared from a distance at his long-neglected wife, and his eyes gradually reddened with simmering resentment.

He knew full well what Jameson was up to. Now that he was doing well in the Schmidt family, he would undoubtedly prioritize making amends to his mother—compensating her for the years of suffering and indignity she endured.

However, betrayal was a betrayal.

Lily had nailed him to the pillar of shame for a lifetime, and nothing could change that. And now, Jameson was openly parading her around. He was obviously testing Victor's limits and rubbing salt in his wounds.

Victor, he was not truly aligned with him.

Jimmy is selfish

gritted his teeth as he stared at Jameson and Lily. "Why did Jimmy bring

Jimmy always talks about respecting you, but

even darker upon hearing

surrounding guests gazed at Lily

become of her? She doesn't look like

to be mentally

was abandoned by the Schmidt family in Kontina for

her

all.

Jameson's shirt. "I don't like these kinds of gatherings. Can

be afraid," Jameson whispered in her ear. "Not only do you have me, but Lyse is here

gaze, Lily suddenly

spread across her hollow face, and her eyes lit up. She

instantly

couldn't help but hold her breath, yet she maintained a polite and

a while. How have you

on Alyssa's waist was tense. He stared fixedly at Jameson, restraining

Jameson adjusted his glasses, their eyes met, and a

missed