Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

Chapter 2372

"Justin, physically... are you doing alright?" Javier widened his eyes, clearly surprised by Justin's suggestion.

Justin had lived alone in Mosgravia for nearly 20 years. He had never asked Javier for anything or caused him trouble.

On the contrary, despite being in a foreign land, Justin extended a helping hand to Javier during two critical moments when the Beckett Group faced difficult times. Thanks to Justin's support, the company managed to overcome those challenges.

Thinking about this, Javier began to see Justin in a new light. A wave of remorse washed over him.

"I'm much better now. Otherwise, you wouldn't be seeing on my feet, would you?"

Justin offered a slight yet sincere smile. In a calm voice, he said, "Dad, I understand how important Jasper is to you and the company. I've never intended to compete with him. All I want is to share your burdens and help the Beckett Group.

"With the bid for Project A5 just around the corner, Jasper, being the responsible person he is, would surely blame himself if we failed to secure the project.

"I sincerely hope he regains consciousness tonight and returns to work tomorrow as if nothing happened. But if he doesn't recover in time, I'm willing to step in and stabilize the situation until he's back on his feet.

Project A5, and he deserves all the credit. I won't take anything away from

grown into someone mature, understanding, and reliable. I'm so grateful and relieved to have a son like

hand on Justin's shoulder,

next month. If Jasper

"Absolutely not!"

booming voice cut through the conversation,

smile, but his eyes darkened with a

his alone. No one

the hallway, Newton approached in his wheelchair,

you let me know that you were coming? I could've come to get you!" Javier hurriedly

and greeted him with a slight

assistance, he shakily stood and pointed at Javier, who was frozen in

now, faced with a minor hurdle, you're trying to strip away everything

with betrayal? Are you honoring the

faltered, a shadow of sorrow crossing his face at the mention of Anne. He was rendered