Can’t Win Me Back novel (Alyssa and Jasper)
Chapter 2026

"Bastard... give... me the medicine..."

As his hand clenched over his chest, Victor finally couldn't hold on anymore. With a resounding thump, he fell to the ground and knocked against the settee.

"Dad, I'll give you one more chance."

Jameson bent toward Victor slightly, but he still looked down at him as if he were watching a panting, old dog that was on its last legs. "Now, if you kneel and beg me, I will give you the medicine. One should act according to different situations. Isn't that what you taught us when we were young?"

"Bastard... in... your... dreams!"

Victor's eyes were almost popping out of their sockets as he glared at him and gnashed his teeth. He slowly crawled toward Jameson, but he couldn't stand it, no matter how hard he tried.

Jameson stepped back as if a foul-smelling, dirty object was at his feet.

Victor's pale face became ashen gray. His suffering made Jameson feel a trace of satisfaction, and he couldn't help but laugh while tears came to his eyes.

"I've already sent off your favorite son. I wouldn't mind sending you off, either. Go to hell, be reunited with your dearest David."

"David... my... my... David."

Victor's bloodshot eyes bulged wildly, and his chapped lips opened wide. He reached out for Jameson's pants.

Suddenly, his expression of pain stopped shifting. His wizened and stiff hand was just an inch away from Jameson, but it finally went limp.

The entire room felt hollow and cold, like a graveyard.

Jameson stood rooted to the spot. He lowered his head to look at the man at his feet who died without closure.

"Dad, if only I weren't your son. Then, I would be able to let go of everything you did to my mother and me and resolve things between us."

He clenched his fist, and his fingernails dug painfully into his palm. He muttered to himself, "I am your most outstanding child, and I could have gained success through righteous means. I could have been in Jasper's place, standing beside Lyse as her rightful partner.

"What a shame that you single-handedly destroyed the kind, tender-hearted Jimmy. It's not my fault. From the beginning till the end, you were the only one to blame."

Carl and Victor's secretary, Corey, were waiting outside. The sound insulation for the chairman's office was so good that they had no idea what was happening inside.

Suddenly, the door flung open, and Jameson stumbled out, looking panicked.

"Quickly... call an ambulance! My dad had a heart attack! Call an ambulance!"

Carl was shocked at first, and he saw Jameson's stricken expression, but he also caught on to his indifferent, cold gaze.

Instantly, he understood everything, and his lips curved into a fraction of a smile.

Corey was panicking all over the place, making calls while sprinting away to call for help. In a dozen minutes, emergency services were there, and the entire office was locked down as they tried to administer first aid to Victor.

Alas, it was all in vain.

"Mr. Schmidt, before we arrived, Mr. Victor had already lost signs of life."

The medical officer sighed sorrowfully. "My deepest condolences."

In front of the others, Jameson's gaze dimmed, and his body slumped. Tears flowed from his eyes. He perfectly played the part of a filial son who had just lost a loved one. His performance moved everyone present.

As Victor died in his own office, and medical officers were going in and out of the building along with an ambulance parked there, the news spread quickly throughout the company.

At the same time, the news of Schmidt Group's chairman dying of a heart attack also spread online. Outside the office building's entrance, Jameson was herded by Carl and his bodyguards to his car after painstakingly pushing their way through the crowd of reporters.

The black Bentley sped toward the hospital.

Jameson sat in the back seat. His eyes were rimmed with redness, and his lips twitched. Suddenly, he laughed uncontrollably! Even Carl, who was driving the car, shivered in fright. "Carl... I won, I finally won."

Jameson laughed until he was out of breath as he gripped the heart attack medicine bottle tightly. "From now on, I will have tens of thousands of people under my feet. This day has finally come." Suddenly, the phone rang. Seeing that it was Justin, Jameson quickly steadied his breathing and answered the call in a respectful tone.

"Sir."

"Did you do it?" Justin's voice drawled.

Jameson's gaze darkened. "No, it was all him. I couldn't get over myself to do it."

"Haha... It doesn't matter. The process isn't important. I only care about the outcome."

Justin's clear laughter rang through the speaker. "Mr. Schmidt, no, I should call you Chairman Schmidt. Congratulations. After lying in wait for so many years, you are finally standing at the height of power. You got what you wanted." Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the Find ɴøᴠel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

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