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.

to please Victor, he was not truly

is selfish and

stared at Jameson and Lily. "Why did Jimmy bring that crazy woman here? Is he trying

appearance will only bring it all back to light. Jimmy always talks about respecting you, but he doesn't care about you at all!

even darker

guests gazed at Lily

My goodness. What has become of her? She

to

was abandoned by the Schmidt family in Kontina

blame her

all. Mr.

"I don't like these kinds of

be afraid," Jameson whispered in her ear. "Not only do

gaze, Lily suddenly spotted

her hollow face, and her eyes

eyes instantly converged on

but hold her breath, yet she

Schmidt, it's been a while.

waist was tense. He stared fixedly

adjusted his glasses, their eyes met, and a hint of mockery flashed in Jameson's

missed