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.

Jameson leaned back against the headboard, his eyes still filled

the bucket so easily, Lyse. I wouldn't be able to

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

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

for my 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 a

head. He looked at

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

something 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

she struggled against him, but the

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

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