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 filled with tender

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

I persevered. So, for your sake, I have to live a long life." Alyssa continued to stare at

for me, you'll listen. Repent and turn yourself in immediately."

sake at all. It was all for yourself. You clawed your way out of the trenches to where you are now, fueled by your ever-growing and insatiable greed." Alyssa's words were as sharp as

his head. He looked at her, feeling

and adoration in his eyes mirrored how one might admire a beautiful flower or a stunning

punishment. I wouldn't be able to avenge

she struggled against him,

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

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