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Sean gnashed his teeth angrily. He looked at Alyssa with a concerned look in his eyes.
“Wait for me here, Sean. I won’t be long.” Alyssa walked forward calmly.
When Alyssa stepped into his ward, Jameson, in a blue and white striped patient gown, was leaning against the headboard and approving documents.
He smiled from ear to ear when he laid eyes on Alyssa. “Lyse, you’re here!”
The look on Alyssa’s face was frosty. She kept her distance from him.
Breathing in the same air as
Jameson made her feel disgusted, let alone getting close to him. Yet, she had no choice but to walk toward this dangerous man.
She would only be able to get a clear picture of the truth by getting closer to him.
The gentle sunlight shone on Jameson’s fair-skinned face. He looked like a captivating work of art that was full of appeal and color.
He was always a man who had the looks.
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.
After a moment, Jameson leaned back against the headboard, his eyes still filled with tender affection.
“I won’t kick the bucket so easily, Lyse. I wouldn’t be able to see you again if I died.”
Alyssa scoffed, clenching her fists.
“I’ve toiled through so much to come back from Kontina to see you. All these years, you’ve been the reason I persevered. So, for your sake, I have to live a long life.”
Alyssa continued to stare at him coldly, like a judge sentencing a criminal.
“If you truly care for me, you’ll listen. Repent and turn yourself in immediately.”
Jameson’s lips stretched into a wide smile.
“So, from the very beginning, you weren’t living 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 blade, stripping away his fa?ade.
Jameson cocked his head. He looked at her, feeling intrigued.
The affection and adoration in his eyes mirrored how one might admire a beautiful flower or a stunning painting.
“Truth be told, Jameson, sometimes, I fear 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 innocent lives you’ve so mercilessly taken!”
Before she finished, a sudden coldness gripped her wrist; it was Jameson. He had grabbed her with his chilly hand.
Startled and frantic, she struggled against him, but the so-called “patient” was far stronger.
“Let go!”
During the struggle, Jameson’s sleeve pulled back, revealing rows of tiny, bruised track marks on his arm.
Alyssa’s eyes widened. While she was distracted, Jameson retrieved a fruit knife from beside his bed and pressed it into her palm.
“No one can punish me, Lyse. Not even the law. You’re the only one who can.”
Jameson smiled, his eyes fixed on her with a passionate gaze. His lips trembled slightly as he continued, know it’s your dream to get rid me. I’ll give you the opportunity now. Do it, don’t care where you stab me astong as it makes you happy and satisfied.”
“You… You are a madman!”
Alyssa felt suffocated by his gaze. She flung his hand away ruthlessly and hurled the knife far away from her. Without a backward glance, she stormed out.
Jameson’s eyes darkened. Still, the maniacal smile on his face revealed a hint of affection.
“Mr. Schmidt!” Carl rushed in. He asked in a concerned voice, “You… You and Ms. Alyssa… Is everything okay?”
“Why was Lyse here?” The smile disappeared from Jameson’s face, and his voice turned frigid. It was as if he were a completely different person from the one who appeared gentle in front of Alyssa.
“I went to find out earlier. It was because Mr. Walsh Senior wasn’t feeling well. Ms. Alyssa accompanied him for a checkup.”
Carl tried to comfort him immediately. “Don’t worry. We’re keeping the primary physician’s mouth tightly sealed. No one will say a word!”
“Okay.” Jameson relaxed. He closed his eyes to rest as he rubbed his fingers together. He was still reminiscing that soft touch on his fingers and the warmth that he couldn’t seem to let go of.
“There’s one more thing, Mr.
Schmidt.” Cart lowered his voice.
With a sinister look in his eyes, he said, “Chief Novak has been staying at the station the whole time. We have no way of getting to him. What do you think we should do?
“Think of a way to lure him out, then.” Jameson sniggered softly. “We know better than anyone what his weakness is.”
Newton’s condition stabilized after getting his fluids replenished. He had a sound afternoon nap at the hospital before Alyssa escorted him home in the evening.
Right as Alyssa and Sean exited the villa, they ran into Jeremy, who had just rushed home.
“Lyse!” Jeremy wrapped his arms tightly around Alyssa, his labored breathing betraying his urgency. “Thank you. Even after rushing here, it seems I couldn’t be of any help.”
“Don’t say that. It’s also my responsibility to look after Grandpa Newton.” Alyssa smiled tenderly. She put her arm over his broad shoulders and gently squeezed.
“I’ll go see Grandpa.”
Jeremy was just about to walk away when Alyssa held him back. “It took him a while to fall asleep. Don’t disturb him. He’s getting old. Having to attend Lauren’s wedding took a toll on him. He’s physically and mentally exhausted, so just let him rest.”
“Okay,” Jeremy sighed, feeling remorseful.
“Hey, Jeremy.” Alyssa paused. She had a serious look on her face. “Let’s talk in the car.”
The couple got into the backseat of Alyssa’s Rolls-Royce while Sean took the driver’s seat. They convened.
“When I went to the hospital with Grandpa Newton today, I saw Jameson. He’s hospitalized there,” Alyssa shared.
Jeremy’s eyes widened. He held her hand tightly, his palm warm and clammy, expressing his silent concern.
“Don’t worry. I just paid him a courtesy visit. He didn’t do anything. After all, we can’t achieve anything without taking calculated risks.”
Alyssa frowned and continued, “His secretary said he only had appendicitis. But if that was true, why the tight security? He clearly doesn’t want anyone to know he’s sick.
“There was also another thing. The diazepam pills. Carl claims that they’re for his mother.”
Sean chuckled coldly, “But Ms. Alyssa had previously looked into his background. He’s an orphan! Just look at that attitude of his. He doesn’t deserve to have a mother!”
“Diazepam pills. I know what those are.” Jeremy pressed his lips tightly together. “Diazepam is also known as Valium. It’s a type of inhibitor for the central nervous system. Not only can it relieve anxiety, it can also help with sleep. It is also useful for controlling epilepsy and convulsions.
“When I was in the military, some soldiers would take this medication as a treatment for PTSD.”
“Could Jameson have epilepsy?”
Sean’s eyes filled with doubt. “So what if he’s ill? He killed his entire family. There’s no one else to threaten his position. What is there for him to be afraid of?”
“Those were my thoughts exactly. Hence, what he has isn’t any illness.” Alyssa narrowed her eyes. “I saw track marks on his arm.
“Considering all points of suspicion, I believe he’s been injecting drugs long-term, causing side effects that forced him into the hospital.”
Jeremy and Sean were flabbergasted.
“This is the only explanation for all the irregularities.” Alyssa scoffed, “Jameson runs a drug business in Kontina. After returning, he got involved with illegal drugs. Do you think a drug king like him would stay clean after all these years?
