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.

moment, Jameson leaned back against the headboard, his eyes still

easily, Lyse. I wouldn't be able to see you again if I died." Alyssa scoffed,

years, you've been the reason I persevered. So, for your

for me, you'll listen. Repent and turn yourself in immediately." Jameson's lips stretched

your way out of the trenches to where you are now, fueled by your ever-growing

cocked his head. He looked at her, feeling

how one might admire

I wouldn't be able to have you arrested and face legal punishment. I wouldn't be able to

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

Jameson's sleeve pulled back, revealing rows of tiny, bruised track marks on

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