Can't Win Me Back



Even though Newton was Javier's father, he still sided with Alyssa. He gathered his energy and said sternly," What do you mean he's already ended up like that? Jasper's limbs are intact. He's just in a coma for now! Are you trying to curse your own son?

"If you think that Jasper can't make it, why don't you go make preparations for his funeral instead of spewing rubbish here? Maybe you'll even shake off some of that bad luck while you're at it."

"Dad, are you seriously defending her, even now?"

Javier's rage boiled over as he glared at Alyssa, his eyes bloodshot. "It really makes me wonder if you are my son's kryptonite! What did Jasper ever do to deserve this from you?"Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Despite her sharp tongue, Alyssa kept her silence, fists clenched at her sides, swallowing the resentment sent her way.

Her silence only fueled Javier's fury. He raised his hand impulsively, aiming to strike her pale face.

*Javier, stop it!" Newton's eyes widened in alarm, but his aging body was powerless to intervene.

Alyssa shut her reddened eyes, making no effort to clodge. She knew she deserved it. Javier wasn't wrong- Jasper's condition was her fault.

She deserved this slap. She deserved to die.

A sharp sound cracked through the air, and Alyssa shuddered. But the blow never came.

Opening her tear-filled eyes slowly, her breath caught in her chest. Javier's hand was frozen mid-air, Justin's grip tight around his wrist.

What stunned her more, though, was that Justin wasn't in a wheelchair. He was standing.

"Justin, y-your leg..." Wide-eyed and in disbelief, Javier stared at his eldest son, Justin, who had a calm expression on his face.

Newton, too, was floored. With a staggered gaze, he scanned Justin's tall and elegant figure up and down.

'Dad, you shouldn't get physical no matter what." Justin's gaze lingered on Alyssa-it was so deep that one could nearly get lost in his eyes. "Jasper only ended up like this because he was trying to protect the woman he loved. That was his choice.

"I don't think that Ms. Alyssa is at fault. I know that your heart aches for Jasper, but you shouldn't let your anger out on an innocent person."

Alyssa frowned as she bit down on her inner lip.

Upon saying that, Justin slowly let go of Javier's hand.

At the same time, Javier felt a dull pain in his wrist. He lowered his head, only to see that his wrist had turned red. "Mr. Justin, mind your health!"

Sheryl rushed over. She pushed a wheelchair toward Justin and helped him sit down in it.

Justin smiled slightly, his smile reaching his eyes. "It's fine. I'm not that weak. I should stand up and keep my muscles active from time to time anyway."

*Justin, y-your legs... Are they really fine?" Still in shock, Javier couldn't tear his eyes from Justin's legs, clad in black suit pants. His anger toward Alyssa was momentarily forgotten.

Just like a gentle breeze, Justin's gaze swept across Alyssa's face nonchalantly. In a calm voice, he said, "Dad, just because I use a wheelchair doesn't mean my legs don't work."