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The moment his cold and trembling lips touched her, tears started streaming down both sides of his paled cheeks.
He could taste the moistness and bitterness from the tip of his tongue. Nonetheless, he felt that this was the taste of happiness.
He had lost everything, but he managed to acquire her in return.
At this moment, being able to watch over his most beloved Alyssa made everything feel extremely worth it. It no longer mattered, even if he’d burned the entire world to the ground.
Jameson stared at Alyssa’s sleeping face in silence for a really, really long time. Then he picked up his phone and dialed that familiar number.
After just a few rings, the receiver answered his call.
Although vaguely, Jameson could hear the melodious sound of someone playing a gittern. However, the person on the other end of the call didn’t seem to have any intention of speaking up.
“Mr. Justin…” Ultimately, Jameson ran out of patience and greeted the other person first.
A terrifying silence hung over the other end of the call. Sweat beaded on Jameson’s temples as his heart pounded anxiously.
*Congratulations, Mr. Schmidt. Your wish came true, and you’ve finally gotten your woman, Justin’s unmistakable voice came through, crisp and laced with amusement.
“I need to thank you for coming up with this plan for me and making all of this happen. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have Lyse come to me so easily.”
Jameson’s deep eyes burned with passion. His voice, however, was rough and full of regret as he continued, “But I’m afraid I can never return to Solana City.
‘I’m sorry, Mr. Justin. I couldn’t clear the path for you or eliminate your opponent. Even the experiment on the new drug had to be halted, I deserve to die.
“Indeed, you do deserve to die.” Justin’s voice dropped, deep and cold.
The words wrapped around Jameson like a chokehold. Suffocation crept in, cold sweat running down his stiffened back.
‘But you’ve managed to take the love of my brother’s life away. It’s as good as killing him.” With a broad smile, Justin continued, “I’d say you’ve made amends.”
Relief washed over Jameson. “Thank you for your forgiveness. Thank you for making our wish come true,’ he breathed, a single bead of sweat tracing his cheek.
*For Ms. Alyssa, you even used your own mother in your scheme. You watched her die right in front of you.” Justin’s tone was playful; whether impressed or mocking was unclear. “It’s truly impressive how merciless you can be.’
Jameson’s heart clenched. His eyes blurred with tears as he gazed at the woman before him. Because of her, the excruciating loss of his only family crashed down on him, splintering him inside, his entire being consumed by the pain.
This version of him-could no longer be called human.
People should keep their distance from the wicked, and he was nothing more than a soulless bastard willing to bleed for love.
‘Since you had the guts to drug your own mother, it shouldn’t be a problem for you to administer some to Ms. Alyssa.”
Jameson’s pupils constricted immediately. To him, this suggestion was equivalent to taking a knife and piercing it through his heart.
“Go to the living room now. There is a box on the tea table. That’s my gift to you.”
Justin’s voice was smooth, almost seductive. “A wedding gift, if you will.”
The word “wedding” dripped with sarcasm. Jameson couldn’t feel any joy from his blessing.
“Will do, Mr. Justin.”
Jameson got to his feet stiffly, left the room, and went to the living room. His heart sank when he saw a beautiful mahogany box on the table.
This box wasn’t here this afternoon.
Did Justin have people on Rose Island as well?
A shiver crawled down his spine.
Step by step, Jameson approached the table, opened the box with one hand, and found three pills inside-white, gray, and black. They gave off a faint, unsettling scent.
Dazed, Jameson picked up the black pill, holding it between his fingers, studying it in the light.
“Mr. Justin, this pill is…
“Ms. Alyssa and my brother are deeply in love. Nothing can separate them, Justin said, chuckling. ‘She’s a bird meant to soar. Can you truly keep her caged on Rose Island forever?”
Jameson pressed his lips together tightly.
“Even if you did,” Justin continued, “she’s not one to bend easily. Even if you have her body, you’ll never have her heart. Worse, you might lose her entirely.”
Jameson shuddered, closing his eyes. He’d considered these possibilities-Alyssa would likely threaten him with her life once she awoke. The thought of losing her, after everything, was a fate worse than death.
“If Lyse takes these pills… What would happen to her?” Jameson’s voice trembled. “Will she be in a vegetative state? Or will she lose all her memories?’
“Neither. But there will be a time when her body will be under tremendous suffering.”
Justin smiled again as if he were explaining something fun. “But I assure you, if she survives the ordeal, you’ll have a brand-new start together. Would you like to try?” @
It had been 15 hours since Alyssa vanished after leaving the presidential office.
Jeremy mobilized multiple teams for the search using every bit of his authority. Joined by Jeremy, Cyrus, and Jonah, he stormed Rose Nursing Home, Alyssa’s last known location.
Their arrival broke the silence of the nursing home.
Miley, despite her insistence, was stopped by Jonah from joining them, given the high profiles of both her and Jeremy.
Meanwhile, Axel had finally reunited with Amber after countless trials. He stayed by her side at the hospital, where she remained hospitalized. Jonah and Cyrus choose to keep him in the dark about Alyssa, unwilling to rob him of the bliss he had fought so hard to achieve.
Outside the nursing home, the head of security and the Criminal Investigation Unit had sealed the building. No one could enter or leave.
Alerted by the commotion, the on-duty security guard and the nursing home’s administrator arrived, stunned by the sight before them.
Cyrus, using his technical expertise, accessed the entrance surveillance footage. When Alyssa’s slender figure appeared on the screen, tension gripped everyone.
“Lyse!” Jeremy’s bloodshot eyes widened as he shouted, unable to control his emotions. It was as if he believed his voice could reach her through the video.
“Where’s the caregiver who attended to this woman? Bring him here, now!” Cyrus’ sharp eyes locked on the administrator.
Indeed, the seasoned criminal investigator’s intimidation was a force to be reckoned with. Within five minutes, the male caregiver who had welcomed Alyssa approached them, his eyes cast down.
Cyrus scrutinized him closely. Suspicion gnawed at him.
Years of dealing with criminals had honed his instincts. He could usually read guilt at a glance. But this man? He seemed like nothing more than a timid, unassuming caregiver. His face bore every emotion he felt, far from someone capable of harm.
“How is it,” Jeremy’s voice trembled with barely suppressed fury, “that you, out of all the caregivers here, happened to meet my wife when she arrived? Why you?”
The veins on Jeremy’s temples throbbed; his hand shot out, grabbing the caregiver by his collar and lifting him off the ground. “Talk! Are you one of Jameson Schmidt’s men? Did you help him? Where did you take my wife? Tell us!”
Jeremy’s roar was a primal eruption, a thunderous bellow that shattered the oppressive silence of the hall and echoed through the inky blackness beyond.
“I didn’t… It wasn’t me!” the male caregiver stuttered, his legs trembling as he stared wide-eyed at Jeremy. He felt like he couldn’t explain himself.
The head of the Criminal Investigation Unit barked, “Take this person back to the station. Give him a rigorous interrogation. That will surely make him confess!”
“Yes, sir!”
Two officers were about to carry out the order when the administrator hurried forward. “It’s a misunderstanding. This has got to be a misunderstanding! Is the Jameson Schmidt you’re all talking about the owner of our nursing home? Is it the philanthropist, Mr. Schmidt?”
“The philanthropist?” Cyrus burst out laughing when he heard that. “Some damn philanthropist he is. He’s just a heartless capitalist through and through and an extremely evil wolf in sheep’s clothing.”
“T-That’s not true!”
The security guard spoke up anxiously, “Mr. Schmidt didn’t only purchase this nursing home when it was about to close. He spent a fortune rebuilding it, took in elderly people abandoned by their children, gave them shelter, and provided free medical care. He’s also incredibly kind to us staff, even buying us insurance!
“Mr. Schmidt is a true philanthropist with a heart of gold. How can you call him a heartless monster? Don’t run your mouths like that!”
Jonah and Cyrus were extremely shocked. The Jameson these people described was completely different from the one they knew. It was as if he had a split personality.
But Jeremy knew better. Being respectable and kind was just part of the well-crafted fa?ade Jameson hid his dark soul behind.
“When that woman came by this afternoon, what did you talk about?” Jonah asked coldly.
“Mr. Schmidt warned us before,” the caregiver stammered. “He told all of us that if that pretty woman showed up, we were to take her to see his mother.”
