Jameson's case was officially handed to the Solana City Investigative Bureau, where Silas worked, for further investigation. Jameson would be officially sentenced within two months of the court hearing. If everything went well, he would be sentenced to death.The weather was dreary that day, with a steady drizzle falling from the gray sky. A woman in a white lab coat and heels walked confidently toward the detention center's entrance with an umbrella."I'm sorry for inviting you on a rainy day like this, Dr. Gillis." The head of the detention center welcomed Sheryl with a smile. Sheryl tilted her black umbrella upward, revealing her graceful and elegant face. She smiled slightly. "Even inmates have their rights. It is my duty as a doctor to heal the wounded. It has nothing to do with their identities." The head of the detention center seconded, "You're right." Sheryl's smile widened. In a compelling tone, she said, "The fact that you're willing to allow volunteers to provid
Jameson's shoulders trembled. He looked as if he could shatter with just one touch. "I don't have much longer to live… Isn't Mr. Justin going to allow me to live out the last of my days?" "Truth be told, you should be thankful, Jameson." Sheryl clicked her tongue and shook her head. "If Mr. Justin hadn't rescued you back then, you and your mother would've been killed in Solana City a long time ago without anyone realizing. Your glory days over the past ten-plus years wouldn't have happened. "Mr. Justin gave you life. You shouldn't be complaining now that he wants to take it back. "Once this drug is injected, it will remain in your body for 48 hours. If you do the math, you will pass away painlessly in your sleep. This is much more gracious than if you were to be sentenced to death or if you were to die when your condition flares up." A few minutes later, Jameson knelt limply on the floor. Ashen-faced, he received the painless yet lethal injection. After putting the syringe
"No, I can't. Not yet." Justin took a sip of his tea. His gaze was as deep as treacherous undercurrents. "According to my calculations, Jasper should be waking up soon. "He has Ms. Alyssa and a bunch of reliable friends helping him out by his side. He might actually be able to get through this hurdle." Sheryl leaned in toward Justin. In a low voice, she whispered, "So, you're saying…""I heard that Ms. Alyssa has a 'sister-in-law' who's quite capable. I heard that he's a neurologist?" Sheryl was taken aback. "You're referring to… the Lovelace family's youngest son, Julien Lovelace?" Justin lowered his eyes and drank his tea. In a cold voice, he said, "This person cannot stay in Ms. Alyssa's team. He cannot remain by Jasper's side." Remy perked up instantly. "Shall I get to work?" "Murder is not the only way to make someone leave." Justin played with his tea cup with the tip of his finger. With a smirk on his face, he explained, "We can achieve the same results by breaking
Upon hearing that Jasper had regained consciousness, Alyssa burst out in tears of agitation. She lowered her small frame bit by bit, eventually curling herself into a ball as she trembled in the cold wind. "Ms. Alyssa…" Tears filled Sean's eyes. His heart broke as he watched Alyssa. Ever since Jasper fell unconscious, the days felt like years to Alyssa. Even so, the days passed by like a blur. She was clearly still alive, but that bright-eyed side of her that was as beautiful as a rose could no longer be found. She was burdened by too much pressure. She blamed herself constantly, letting the self-reproach eat at her continuously. She was conscious but was gradually falling into insanity. "Why are you crying, my dear? Jasper is awake. You should be jumping for joy!" Newton comforted her over the phone. At the same time, he couldn't help but worry about her. "It's so cold today. Are you outside, my dear?" "Grandpa Newton… I am… I'm outside the hospital." All the crying
Newton walked shakily before Javier. He was so mad that his cheeks were trembling. "Let me say this today. As long as I'm here, no one can touch Alyssa. It will not end well for anyone who disrespects her!" Javier was boiling with so much anger that his chest hurt. "Dad! You're—""Moreover, Jasper has regained consciousness. This is all in the past now." The look in Newton's eyes was resolute, reflecting his stance in standing up for Alyssa. "If you ever lash your anger out at Alyssa in the future, don't call me 'Dad' again! You're an elder, using your authority to bully a young woman. How dare you!" Even though Newton did not slap Javier in the face in the end, the latter felt a burning sensation on his cheek, as if he had actually been slapped. "Hurry up, Alyssa. Go and see Jasper. Go," Newton urged warmly as he looked into Alyssa's swollen eyes. Sean encouraged her too. "Ms. Alyssa, haven't you been waiting for Mr. Jasper to wake up? I'm sure he really wants to see you to
Alyssa's eyes brimmed with tears as she stared in disbelief at her empty hands. Jasper had always been the one to hold her hand first during tender moments—whenever they kissed, embraced, or laced their fingers together, he would murmur in her ear, promising never to let go, no matter what. Yet now, with a chilling detachment, he was pulling away.The pain hit Alyssa as if her very soul was being torn apart.When Xavier saw this, he gaped in shock, and his face ran pale. No one knew better than him how much Jasper had loved Alyssa and how deeply connected they were before his coma. But now, despite not losing his memory, the Jasper who had awakened was unrecognizable. He treated Newton and Javier like before, except Alyssa, the woman he deeply loved, who was being treated with such coldness and detachment. "Grandpa, Dad." Jasper turned his indifferent gaze away from Alyssa's heartbroken face. In a deep voice, he said, "I'm tired. I'd like to get some sleep. Could you all plea
Justin seemed to embody every word that defined gentleness, composure, and grace. Despite his physical imperfections, he never gave up on himself or resented others.Even so, Alyssa felt an inexplicable sense of unease around him. Standing beside him left her feeling oppressed in a way she couldn't quite put into words."I'm fine, thank you." Alyssa raised her arm and wiped her tears with her sleeve. She remembered how she used to cry so freely, especially in front of Jasper. She'd ruin her entire image, sobbing into his shirt or tie. Unlike Justin, Jasper never offered her a handkerchief. He was more like a giant tissue—always there, letting her cry on him, no matter how disheveled it left him.Even so, he would still coax her tenderly and plant kisses on the tip of her reddened nose. He made space for her boundlessly. Justin smiled slightly. He stuffed his handkerchief back into his suit pocket. In a soft voice, he said, "Jasper has now regained consciousness. I heard that his
Alyssa had always been a greedy person. She didn't dare to allow herself to become idle. She called Cyrus. "Cyrus, have you and your people completed the autopsy for Jameson?" "We have. He had a heart attack, but according to the forensic pathologist, this type of heart attack didn't happen because of his own health reasons. Instead, it was triggered by some medication that was injected into him." The suspicion in Alyssa's heart grew. She lowered her voice. "When we were on Rose Island, Jameson had taken quite a number of random medications to keep himself alert. Even so, nothing bad actually happened to him. "After over half a month of being in the detention center, he hadn't been consuming medications or receiving injections. Yet, he actually dropped dead? Doesn't it sound strange to you?" Cyrus had his doubts too. "No matter how much we speculate, we don't have any solid evidence." "Other than myself, has he met with anyone else the past two days?" "Everyone in the Sch