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.

one thing very clearly—despite Jameson's efforts to please Victor, he was not truly

is selfish and

teeth as he stared at Jameson and Lily. "Why did Jimmy bring that crazy

was finally put to rest, but that woman's appearance will only bring it all back to light. Jimmy always talks about respecting you, but he doesn't care about you at

even

surrounding guests gazed at Lily in astonishment as

infamous Mrs. Schmidt? My goodness. What has become of her? She doesn't look like an upper-class lady at all. Just a weak, old

seems to

she was abandoned by the Schmidt family in Kontina for many years, left to

her for having

all. Mr. Victor is

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

with you. Don't be afraid," Jameson whispered in her ear. "Not

suddenly spotted Alyssa standing gracefully

hollow face, and her eyes

eyes instantly converged

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

a while.

tense. He stared fixedly at Jameson,

eyes met, and a hint

missed you