Can't Win Me Back

Newton's condition stabilized after getting his fluids replenished. He had a sound afternoon nap at the hospital before Alyssa escorted him home in the evening.

Right as Alyssa and Sean exited the villa, they ran into Jasper, who had just rushed home.

"Lyse!" Jasper wrapped his arms tightly around Alyssa, his labored breathing betraying his urgency. "Thank you. Even after rushing here, it seems I couldn't be of any help."

"Don't say that. It's also my responsibility to look after Grandpa Newton." Alyssa smiled tenderly. She put her arm over his broad shoulders and gently squeezed.

"I'll go see Grandpa."

Jasper was just about to walk away when Alyssa held him back. "It took him a while to fall asleep. Don't disturb him. He's getting old. Having to attend Lauren's wedding took a toll on him. He's physically and mentally exhausted, so just let him rest."

"Okay," Jasper sighed, feeling remorseful.

"Hey, Jasper." Alyssa paused. She had a serious look on her face. "Let's talk in the car."

The couple got into the backseat of Alyssa's Rolls-Royce while Sean took the driver's seat. They convened.

"When I went to the hospital with Grandpa Newton today, I saw Jameson. He's hospitalized there," Alyssa shared.

Jasper's eyes widened. He held her hand tightly, his palm warm and clammy, expressing his silent concern.

"Don't worry. I just paid him a courtesy visit. He didn't do anything. After all, we can't achieve anything without taking calculated risks."

Alyssa frowned and continued, "His secretary said he only had appendicitis. But if that was true, why the tight security? He clearly doesn't want anyone to know he's sick.

"There was also another thing. The diazepam pills. Carl claims that they're for his mother."

Sean chuckled coldly, "But Ms. Alyssa had previously looked into his background. He's an orphan! Just look at that attitude of his. He doesn't deserve to have a mother!"

"Diazepam pills. I know what those are." Jasper pressed his lips tightly together. "Diazepam is also known as Valium. It's a type of inhibitor for the central nervous system. Not only can it relieve anxiety, it can also help with sleep. It is also useful for controlling epilepsy and convulsions.

"When I was in the military, some soldiers would take this medication as a treatment for PTSD."

"Could Jameson have epilepsy?"

Sean's eyes filled with doubt. "So what if he's ill? He killed his entire family. There's no one else to threaten his position. What is there for him to be afraid of?"

"Those were my thoughts exactly. Hence, what he has isn't any illness." Alyssa narrowed her eyes. "I saw track marks on his arm.

"Considering all points of suspicion, I believe he's been injecting drugs long-term, causing side effects that forced him into the hospital."

Jasper and Sean were flabbergasted.

"This is the only explanation for all the irregularities." Alyssa scoffed, "Jameson runs a drug business in Kontina. After returning, he got involved with illegal drugs. Do you think a drug king like him would stay clean after all these years?

"If we find evidence of his drug abuse, we can strike a strong blow and disrupt the Schmidt Group."

Jasper pondered briefly before saying, "But there's a problem. He's heavily guarded in the hospital. How do we get evidence?"

"Exactly. Ms. Alyssa, he's likely very careful about his tracks. Other than Carl, he probably trusts no one else. Even if we wanted to report him, we lack proof," Sean added, feeling the tight spot.

"It's because he's in the hospital that

we have a chance. If he were at his hideout, we'd have no shot." A sly smile spread across Alyssa's face "We can't get close to him, but We can approach the medical staff attending to him. No secret is

absolute, and I believe justice will

stand on our side."

Everything was as Alyssa predicted. Jameson had a severe reaction to the drugs he injected, forcing him into the hospital for treatment.

It had happened before, but he

managed with sedatives or by treatment from his private physician. This time, however, his reaction was worse. He had convulsions, rashes, and signs of respiratory failure, only stabilizing after a day and night of emergency treatment.

To avoid trouble, he decided to keep everything under wraps. If this got out, he would face significant problems.

The drug experimentation had halted. He couldn't risk being seen as a burden to Justin, who would surely discard him.

That night, Jameson and Carl chatted in his hospital room.

Jameson's face was as pale as a vampire's. The look in his eyes was utterly vicious. "The hospital smell is so nauseating. When in the world can I be discharged?"

"I consulted with the doctor, Mr. Schmidt. Your situation this time was quite dangerous. It took them an entire day of emergency treatment to get you past the critical period."

Out of worry, Carl advised, "The

doctor said that you have to stay in

the hospital for observations for at least another week. You can only be discharged after your condition has completely stabilized. Your important, so you should listen to stealth is the doctor this time. After all, you are

the Schmidt Group's pillar!"

"Schmidt Group isn't the problem here. I don't want Mr. Justin to know I'm useless." Jameson massaged his temple.

"Others won't think that even if you're hospitalized. You can rest assured!"

All of a sudden, the muscles on Jameson's jaw became taut. His entire body went numb, and his arm shook uncontrollably.

"Carl... The drug... Inject it for me!" His voice trembled, his eyes bloodshot from the unbearable feeling.

"Mr. Schmidt! You mustn't!" Carl turned pale with fright. "You became like this because you injected this thing. You must quit immediately!" Jameson roared, "Give it to me! Quickly!"

"Mr. Schmidt! Refrain yourself for the sake of your health! I beg you!"

Just then, a knock sounded at the door.This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

"Who is it?" Carl asked fiercely.

"It's time for Mr. Schmidt's medications," a female nurse announced gently from outside.

Jameson ground his teeth, quickly hiding his trembling arm under the covers. He shot a look at Carl, signaling him to get the door.