Can’t Win Me Back novel (Alyssa and Jasper) novel Chapter 2482

Alyssa narrowed her eyes, her gaze cold.

The man before her often disguised his vile and vicious nature beneath a fragile exterior. Justin was everything Jasper wasn't—where Jasper was honest, strong, and serious, Justin exuded a chilling, sinister energy. He was like a snake in human form, cold and cunning.

"Lyse, don't listen to his nonsense," Silas said bluntly. "He's just trying to unsettle you, luring you in with lies."

Stepping forward, Silas positioned himself between Alyssa and Justin, confronting the latter. "Are you some plague or sewer pest? Why are you always around? You're not welcome here. Get out of Lyse's sight right now!"

"Silas," Alyssa murmured, gently tugging at his shirt as she shook her head.

Then, turning her emotionless gaze toward Justin, she said, "Mr. Beckett, you claim you can treat my father's condition. Care to elaborate?"

Justin pressed a clean white silk handkerchief to his mouth and nose, releasing a couple of dull coughs and furrowing his brows.

Silas scoffed. "You're a sick man yourself. How ridiculous of you to claim you can treat someone else."

Justin ignored the jab. Instead, he turned to Abel with a composed smile. "Dr. Liverton, I'll have one of my subordinates deliver a box of stroke-suppressing medication shortly."

The moment the Taylor siblings heard there was medication involved, they stiffened. Alarm bells rang in their heads.

"Ms. Alyssa, I understand your lack of trust," Justin said, his voice thick with sincerity. "But I truly want to help Mr. Winston overcome this hurdle."

His gaze hardened. "Once the medication arrives, feel free to run tests on it with Dr. Liverton and Dr. Lovelace, the physician you trust most.

"If the medicine proves poisonous, call the police. But if it's safe, I ask you to bury the hatchet, let the past go, and accept my offer—prioritize your father's condition."

Jonah watched Alyssa closely as her face turned pale. He wanted to speak but held back. It was as though all his resentment and hatred had dimmed in the shadow of Winston's condition.

…

Soon, the medication Justin promised was delivered to the hospital.

Silas had no response.

"Even though it isn't toxic and could benefit Dad greatly," Alyssa said with a heavy tone, "Dr. Liverton warned that potential side effects are unpredictable."

She leaned her forehead into her palm, drained. "If we don't use this medication, our only alternative is open brain surgery.

"Dad's condition is risky, and he's elderly. Even if I perform the surgery myself, there's less than a 3% chance of success."

In short, it would take a miracle. And if it failed, Winston might not survive the operating table.

Silas spoke dazedly, "So… our only option is to accept Justin's offer?"

After a pause, he inhaled deeply and rested a reassuring hand on Alyssa's shoulder. "Whatever you decide, Lyse, we're behind you. Always."

Alyssa's lips curled into a faint, weary smile. Then she walked toward Justin, who waited patiently in his wheelchair at the end of the hallway.