Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

Alyssa's breath hitched as a familiar voice echoed through the tense silence. Squeezing Jasper's hand until his knuckles turned white, her heart hammered a frantic rhythm against her ribs.

"I-It's Winston!"

"Winston?" Jasper echoed, his surprise evident.

Then, a procession of men clad in black suits strode into the mourning hall with authority. Winston, a commanding presence that turned heads, stood proudly at the forefront.

But Winston wasn't alone. Accompanying him were Mandy, Lyla, Colene, Jonah, and Silas, representing the Taylor family.

Rarely did the Taylors assemble in such unity, indicating the significance of Cornelius' funeral to them.

Tears welled up in Alyssa's eyes as she launched herself toward

at the corner of his lips. He remained rooted in his spot, refraining from seeking favor and

I'm barely in my 70s. I'm as sturdy as a rock!" Winston remarked, his heart warmed by Alyssa's affection yet feigning annoyance. "You hugged me as if I had

didn't you let

Jonah, Silas, and the three of us came to pay our respects. I didn't think it's necessary for Winston to make the trip all the way from Mosgravia, but he insisted

you worried for nothing, Mandy. Your concern for Dad is evident," Alyssa reassured, noticing the renewed vigor in Winston's demeanor, a weight

by the presence of such esteemed guests, Landon approached them, his eyes brimming with tears. As Landon spoke, his voice was achingly hoarse. "T-Thank

call me Uncle Winston. 'Mr. Winston' sounds too distant," Winston replied warmly, patting Landon's shoulder affectionately. "You've just taken over the Harper Group. If you need any help, please don't

pursed his lips tightly and nodded