Can't Win Me Back



Alyssa had always been a greedy person.

She didn't dare to allow herself to become idle. She called Cyrus. "Cyrus, have you and your people completed the autopsy for Jameson?"

"We have. He had a heart attack, but according to the forensic pathologist, this type of heart attack didn't happen because of his own health reasons. Instead, it was triggered by some medication that was injected into him."

The suspicion in Alyssa's heart grew. She lowered her voice. "When we were on Rose Island, Jameson had taken quite a number of random medications to keep himself alert. Even so, nothing bad actually happened to him.

"After over half a month of being in the detention center, he hadn't been consuming medications or receiving injections. Yet, he actually dropped dead? Doesn't it sound strange to you?"

Cyrus had his doubts too. "No matter how much we speculate, we don't have any solid evidence."

*Other than myself, has he met with anyone else the past two days?"

"Everyone in the Schmidt family is gone. Who else is there who would visit him?"

"In that case, start by looking into those who came into contact with him. Not even the janitor should be spared!"

Alyssa calmed her breathing down. A sharp gleam returned to her swollen eyes. "Cyrus, have you forgotten? Previously, someone got rid of David soon after he was locked up in the detention center. His death was way more horrendous than this. It was clearly murder!

"Whoever did this was even more ingenious and secretive. It might even be possible that they had given him an injection while he was sleeping. So, the criminals who shared the same cell as him and those who came into contact with him in the past few days have to be investigated in detail. Everything from their identity, their background, to their bank transactions!"

"I get you. That was what I was planning to do too."

All of a sudden, Cyrus fell into a momentary silence. Then, in a soft voice, he asked, "Lyse, how are you holding up?"

"I'm good. I'm great."Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Holding back her tears, Alyssa forced a smile on her face. "Jasper has woken up. As long as he's alive and well, all is good with me."

'Don't lie to me. We've all found out about the problem with Jasper's brain."

Cyrus took a deep breath. In an earnest tone, he continued, "Lyse, you might not like me saying this, but if Jasper doesn't fully recover from his brain condition, I wouldn't suggest you two to force yourselves to remain together.

"His current self is even worse than he was three years ago. Three years ago, he didn't know what love was. Right now, he doesn't know how to love at all.

"You're both not legally married yet, so you don't have to be a grass widow. As the saying goes, letting go is hard, but being free is beautiful. Isn't it also a rather good thing if you can both live your own lives well in the future?"

Was it a rather good thing?

Could it be a rather good thing?

Jasper lost the ability to love while Alyssa's heart had been completely emptied.

"It won't always be like this, Cyrus. Jul said that it's possible for Jasper to recover his ability to feel."

Alyssa was as stubborn as a mule. "Don't worry, I will not take my own life. Since he's forgotten how to love, I will teach him, little by little, what love is."

Cyrus was well aware that he wouldn't be able to convince Alyssa.

She was a headstrong woman. She could afford to engage in countless trials and errors. All they needed to do was to be her firm support. The rest were not within their control.

It was all up to her choice.

With her arms crossed in front of her chest, Alyssa lay on her side on the hard bench at the hospital corridor. She fell asleep without realizing it.

She had nightmares consecutively. She dreamt of Jasper marching forward without turning back. From behind him, she chased after him frantically in the dark, shouting at him continuously to make him tum around.

All of a sudden, Jasper disappeared.

At the same time, the road beneath her feet vanished suddenly. It turned into a terrifyingly deep chasm.

*Jump. Your dear Jasper is right in there. Just jump. Would you have the guts to? You don't."

Following that was a maniacal laughter directed at her.

Tears filled her eyes, and her blood ran cold. In the end, she steeled herself and shouted, "I'll jump!"

Her cries from her dreams echoed in the empty corridor. She rolled off the bench and landed with a loud thud.

The pain woke her up.

Alyssa was drenched in cold sweat. She moaned softly as the pain made it difficult for her to even straighten her back.

With all her might, she rolled over. The moment she opened her bleary eyes, her pupils constricted.

Jasper, in his hospital gown, was standing tall right next to her, staring down at her with an expressionless look on his face.