Those who didn't know Jameson well would never associate him with villainous words like "viper", "monster", or "devil".

Step by step, Alyssa walked to the side of his bed. Her gaze was calm as she examined him.

"I'm not feeling well, Lyse..." Jameson's eyes turned red from holding himself back. Finally, he couldn't help himself. He gulped and reached for her hand.

But she offered him no opportunity. A frown creased her face as she stepped back to avoid him.

"It's such a shame," she smirked mockingly, "that you're merely ill. Not dead." The air in the room grew thick with tension.

back against the headboard, his

easily, Lyse. I wouldn't be able to see you

to cback from Kontina to see you. All these years, you've been the reason I persevered. So, for your sake, I have to live

listen. Repent and turn yourself in immediately." Jameson's lips stretched

for yourself. You clawed your way out of the trenches to where you are

He looked at her, feeling

mirrored how one might admire a beautiful

happening to you. Because then, I wouldn't be able to have you arrested and face legal punishment. I wouldn't be able to avenge all the innocent lives you've so mercilessly taken!" Before she finished, a sudden coldness gripped her wrist; it was Jameson. He had grabbed her

frantic, she struggled against him, but the so-called "patient" was

revealing rows of

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