Filed to story: The CEO’s Wife Is a Secret Boss Novel (Allison & Jeremy) Free Online
‘It’s tasty.” As she took a bite, a drop of tear fell into the bowl.
“Of course. My cooking skills have been approved by my wife. It’s the bomb!” Landon beamed.
“I want to see Jameson.”
Alyssa lifted her hand and wiped her tears away. She forced herself to be strong. “He was the one who gave Jeremy the medication. He knows what Jeremy took!”
In the blink of an eye, Jeremy had been gone for an entire month.
As the president of Walsh Group and someone with such status and power, he disappeared just like that. Only Xavier was left to assist him with attending to urgent matters at the corporation. Even so, there were still a number of documents that had to be approved by Jeremy personally.
“The troops” were in a mess while the documents for “the king” had piled up as high as a mountain.
In the end, the truth could not be hidden. Newton and Javier were finally alerted.
Jeremy had a close call with death and ended up severely injured in Kontina. He ended up in a deep coma for an entire week. As his grandfather and father, they couldn’t believe that they had only just found out about this news.
Their anger over being kept in the dark came like a bolt of lightning. Even as someone who used to be a powerful business leader, they almost couldn’t take the news.
After Newton found out about it, he was sent to a hospital that same night.
Javier, on the other hand, rushed to Kontina overnight. Forcefully, he took his unconscious son away via a top- class private plane. Under the protection of Solana City’s most outstanding medical team, he brought Jeremy back to Solana City for treatment.
It was said that Javier and the Taylors had a huge and messy fight at the hospital.
The relationship between both families became strained, and they almost couldn’t reconcile.
Jonah spoke with Javier one-on-one for half an hour in the room. Without his extremely strong bearing as a poised leader and oppressor, they wouldn’t have been able to overcome this crisis.
Otherwise, they couldn’t even imagine how far Javier would actually go.
Indeed, he did have criticisms against Jeremy in the past, and their father son relationship was exceptionally tense.
But at the end of the day, Jeremy was still his son. He was his own flesh and blood!
Even though he had gradually accepted the fact that Jeremy and Alyssa were together, he couldn’t accept the fact that his son had risked his life for a woman time and time again and ended up bruised and battered.
His eldest son, whom he once tried so hard to groom and teach, was now a disabled man.
Jeremy was his remaining hope. He had long come to terms with the fact that he would get old eventually and that Walsh Group would have to be passed down to Jeremy sooner or later.
The Taylors didn’t see Jeremy as important. They allowed him to get hurt and put himself at risk again and again. How could he tolerate that?
There should also be a limit to oppressing and bullying someone!
However, Alyssa wasn’t aware of all these because the Taylors also hid this from her.
That was because she was already on the plane back to Cyrris when Javier was rushing to the hospital at Kontina.
Alyssa’s private plane arrived at Solana City in the afternoon.
After washing herself up briefly on the plane, she changed into a plain, black suit. With a thin layer of foundation, she covered up her sapped look and restored the elegant and dazzling side of her that she used to have.
Yet, her pale lips and bloodshot eyes exposed the terrible condition and extreme sorrow she was in.
That said, she had to hold on as best as she could.
Landon was right. Jeremy’s efforts would be wasted if she became dispirited and crumbled.
It was yet another chilling winter day.
‘Ms. Alyssa.”
Sean stood at the bottom of the airstairs, the bitingly cold wind blowing against him. He watched as Alyssa descended step by step. Looking at her slender and lonely frame, he was suddenly overwhelmed by an urge to cry. *Sean, thank you for all you’ve been doing at home during this time.” Alyssa forced a slight smile at him. “Don’t mention it.”
Sean quickly draped the coat that he had prepared over Alyssa’s shoulders. Initially, he had wanted to add, Nothing is as important as you being safe.
But he didn’t utter those words out loud in the end because Alyssa’s most beloved person was still unconscious. The future was still unknown, so he couldn’t remind her of her pain.
“Would you like to go home to get some rest first?”
“No need for that.”
Alyssa inhaled the cold air deeply into her lungs to wake herself up. “I returned so urgently so that I could go to the detention center and meet with Jameson as soon as possible. I have something I’d like to ask him.”
At Solana City’s detention center, an electrical barbed wire fence was installed above their tall, heavy, and foreboding walls.
As bright as the sun was that day, the skies above this place were gloomy. It was as if a suffocating layer of fog had weighed down on it.
“This will be all the scenery that Jameson is able to see moving forward, Sean remarked through gritted teeth as he followed behind Alyssa.
“I don’t suppose he has much longer to enjoy a view like this, either,” Alyssa said in a frigid and emotionless voice as she continued walking forward.
In the visitation room, Alyssa sat in front of the glass divider on her own without any expression on her face. As for Sean, he stood in a corner of the room, keeping a close watch.
A short moment later, the metal door squeaked as it was opened.
Alyssa widened her eyes slightly when Jameson appeared before her.
At that moment, she couldn’t recognize him as the person she had known since she was young. He didn’t look like the boy who had clung to her and competed with her for half his life.
It had only been a few days since Alyssa last saw Jameson, yet he was no longer the refined, wealthy, and confident man she once knew. The air of leadership that used to radiate from him was gone.
Now, the Jameson sitting across from her looked pale and worn out. His usually immaculate hair was slightly tousled, and his sharp eyes were now bloodshot.
The once proud fourth son of the Schmidt family had fallen-reduced to a mere, lowly prisoner.
Still, when he heard Alyssa was visiting, he made an excuse to go to the washroom. Splashing water on his face, he quickly combed his disheveled hair. His pride had been shattered years ago when he first went to Kontina, but he still wanted to appear somewhat presentable for her.
Jameson’s pride had vanished in that first year. From then on, the fourth son of the Schmidt family ceased to exist. All that remained was a man consumed by hatred and evil, stepping over the dead to claw his way to the top.
He cleaned himself up only for Alyssa. Yes, he still loved her. But he had long accepted that he was never worthy of her from the start. Forcing things had only caused pain.
Their eyes met through the thick glass. Jameson studied her silently, saying nothing for a long time. In the end, it was Alyssa who broke the silence, her voice flat as she noticed the bruise on his lip and the cut on his forehead.
“You got beaten up?” she asked indifferently.
Jameson blinked, his puffy eyes tired. He curled his pale lips into a faint smile. “I’m not exactly liked here. I’m vicious, merciless…. the worst of the worst. I expected this.”
“You’re a good fighter. I didn’t think you’d end up being beaten up.”
“Don’t you think I deserve it?’ His grin was twisted, but there was a painful honesty in his words. “Lyse, you might not believe me, but these last few days have been the most peaceful I’ve had in over a decade.
“I used to have everything, or at least it seemed that way. But every night, I was haunted by nightmares. And every morning, all I thought about was how to fight, how to get revenge for my mother. Now, I’m finally at the end.”
He placed his gold-framed glasses, which had been a part of him for years, on the table. “Honestly, I don’t even need these. My vision’s not that bad. I wore them because they made me feel like I had a mask on. But now, I don’t need it anymore.”
Alyssa looked down slightly. “Someone like you, I thought you would have taken your own life before getting arrested.’
“But isn’t it your wish for me to plead guilty and be punished?” Jameson smiled. “I wanted to make your wish come true.”
His tone was gentle, as though he was still trying to woo her. But no matter how deep his feelings ran, they couldn’t erase Alyssa’s pain or the hatred she felt.
“You’ve lost weight, Lyse.” Jameson’s eyes were filled with tears as he gazed at her, committing her face to memory. He wanted this moment to stay with him forever, even in death.
‘I’m here to ask what you gave Jeremy.” Alyssa took a deep breath, struggling to keep her emotions in check. “I know it’s pointless to ask. You hate him. I don’t expect you to feel guilt, but if you refuse to answer, then this will be our last meeting.
“I don’t know,” Jameson replied, meeting her gaze with an unusual honesty. “Lyse, I really don’t know. It was Sir who gave me the medication. I have no idea what’s in it or what its effects are.
Sir. It was always Sir!
Alyssa leaned forward, her voice strained with desperation. “This “Sir’ you talk about is the mastermind backing you up from behind the scenes, isn’t it? He is the one using you to conduct the human drug experiments in Solana City, right?”
Jameson widened his eyes. Slowly, he nodded.
“Sir… Who in the world is he? Have you met him before?”
