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, clenching

for your sake, I have to

Repent and turn yourself in

the trenches to where you are now, fueled by your ever-growing and insatiable greed." Alyssa's words were

his head. He looked at her, feeling

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

be able to avenge all the innocent

against him, but the

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

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