FreeNovelWith a soft click, Remy opened a hidden compartment in the necklace. In it was a black-colored pill.
He took it out, put it in his mouth, and swallowed it.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAlyssa's voice in his head gradually faded away.
For over a year, he hadn't needed any medication to ease his headaches. He thought he'd never have to take it again.
Meanwhile, Jameson clutched a medical report in his study room. His handsface was ashen, his sharp eyes bloodshot.
"Mr. Schmidt, your current health isn't looking good," his private physician hesitated, standing by his side. "The medical facilities on this island are limited. They might not be enough if your condition suddenly worsens. I suggest you go to a proper hospital soon, within this month. Treatment there might help ease your condition." Jameson's pale, chapped lips uttered, "Can vigorous treatment cure me?" The doctor looked down, hesitating.
"My disease is incurable, and I don't have long to live, do I?" Jameson forced a smile. A mix of emptiness and the fear of death formed an invisiblearound him, trapping him in despair.
"Don't be so pessimistic. If you were to be subject to vigorous treatment—" "Just tellhow much longer do I have?" The doctor choked, "At most... half a year." Jameson closed his eyes and guffawed.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmet "The medications you were taking before didn't heal you. They only masked your symptoms. They've even damaged your organs," the doctor sighed. "In other words, what you consumed was a slow poison, highly addictive, creating a dependency. It's like pancreatic cancer-by the tyou notice it, it's already too late." Content belongs to en.swJameson lowered his gaze, crumpling the report into a ball, squeezing it tightly as if he could crush the dreadful reality in his grip. "So, my life is ending like this?" He slowly lifted his eyes toward the windowsill. The black rose he had nurtured so carefully for Alyssa reflected a dim, faint glow. "Everything I gained cat a steep price. The fand admiration I've enjoyed these past ten years were bought with my life." When Justin helped him, he saw it as a gesture of kindness and recognition. But in truth, he had sold his soul to the devil. "I've never feared death. I just can't bear to..." Thoughts of Alyssa filled his mind, and he broke down, tears streaming as his heart shattered once more.
She despised him for what he had becfor his cruelty, for the blood on his hands. But how could he have ever returned to her side if he had remained the weak, kind, and innocent Jimmy of the past? Content belongs to en.swñovelsHow could he be a good man...
As Jameson cried, laughter bubbled up from within him, twisting his anguished face.
The Jameson of the past had already drained himself in trying to live as a good person. Why was he still thinking of that now? Alyssa had always had everything. Loving parents and siblings, loyal friends who stood by her.
But what about Jameson? She could never be him. She could never understand him.
But before Jameson could sink deeper into his sorrow, a voice cried out urgently from the other side of the door, "Mr. Schmidt, I-I have bad news Ms. Alyssa started up the helicopter. She's escaping from the island!" Content belongs to en.sw.net
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