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.

also illustrated one thing very clearly—despite Jameson's efforts to please Victor, he was not truly aligned with him.

Jimmy is selfish and

Lily. "Why did Jimmy bring that crazy woman

appearance will only bring it all back to light. Jimmy always talks about respecting you, but he doesn't care about you at all! He's just cunning! You've loved him

expression grew even darker upon

at Lily in

that the infamous Mrs. Schmidt? My goodness. What has become of her? She doesn't look like an upper-class

to

Schmidt family in Kontina for many years, left to fend for

her for having mental

all. Mr. Victor is really

Lily tugged at Jameson's shirt. "I don't like these kinds of

Don't be afraid," Jameson whispered in her ear. "Not only do you have me, but

intense gaze, Lily suddenly spotted

hollow face, and

eyes instantly

help but hold her breath, yet she

Schmidt, it's been a while. How

waist was tense. He stared fixedly at Jameson,

eyes met, and a hint of mockery flashed

I missed you so