The chilly night breeze carried a tense atmosphere as it swept through.


    Jameson''s joy at seeing his beloved was dashed as soon as he noticed Jasper.


    "Lyse, you''re here!" Lily''s eyes shimmered with gentle light. She even wanted to get up from the


    wheelchair to greet her.


    Perhaps Alyssa''s striking appearance had left asting impression on her. Sometimes, Lily couldn''t


    recognize her own son, but she could instantly identify Alyssa. It was genuine affection that couldn''t be


    concealed.


    "Hi, Mrs. Schmidt." Alyssa''s voice was gentle. She smiled at Lily.


    Jasper''s strong arm wrapped around Alyssa''s waist. His gaze was sharp and icy as he stared at


    Jameson, observing his every move.


    "Lyse, who is this?" Lily looked at Jasper''s expressionless face in confusion, instinctively tugging at


    Jameson''s sleeve.


    Alyssa gazed deeply at Jasper''s handsome profile.


    Jameson adjusted his gold-rimmed sses and said before she could reply, "Lyse, what a coincidence


    to meet you here. Are you also going on a trip?"


    Throughout the conversation, he only addressed Alyssa,pletely ignoring Jasper.


    "Jameson, do you think I have the mood for a trip?"


    Alyssa''s eyes shed with sharpness, and her voice was extremely cold. She didn''t want to pretend to


    be friendly with Jameson, even in front of Lily.


    "You know best what you''ve done and how much blood is on your hands. Inigo hasn''t been caught yet,


    and I haven''t avenged Jonah''s and Jasper''s ambush. If you don''t fall, how can I enjoy myself?"


    Jasper smiled faintly, gazing at the woman before him with eyes filled with love.


    "Jimmy, what is Lyse talking about? What blood? Why don''t I understand?" Lily asked with a


    bewildered look.


    "It''s normal that you don''t understand, Mom, because I don''t understand either."


    Jameson gently rubbed his mother''s shoulders tofort her. His exquisite features betrayed no hint


    of his true nature as a viin.


    "Lyse, who''s Inigo? I don''t know him. And what happened to Jonah and Mr. Beckett? Is there anything I


    can do to help them?"


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    A surge of rage swirled in Jasper''s chest. His eyes shed with waves of anger. The brutal scenes of


    his near-death experience with Jonah on Shend Ind, where they were trying to catch Jeffrey, were


    still vivid in his mind.


    Yet Jameson, the mastermind behind all of this, could still y innocent in front of him without batting


    an eye or showing any signs of guilt.


    And he even had the audacity to say he wanted to help? Was it to help them to their deaths?


    Alyssa felt Jasper''s hand on her waist tremble slightly. She knew he was suppressing his anger.


    She was frustrated. She wanted to vent her anger for Jasper and Jonah, as well as for Miley and


    Jeremy in Kontina.


    But it wasn''t the time yet. Just venting anger with words would be meaningless. What she wanted was


    for Jameson to pay a heavy price for his actions and for him to atone.


    "Jimmy, I''m a bit cold. Can we leave now?" Lily asked cautiously as she curled up her frail body.


    These years of being confined to home had left her weak. Although it was almost autumn, the


    temperature in Sna City was still far from cold.


    "Okay, Mom. I''ll take you to the ne now."


    Jameson was about to push his mother toward the gangway when Jasper''s voice suddenly cut in


    coldly. "Jameson, I''m sorry to tell you. But I''m afraid your ne won''t be able to take off from here


    tonight. You can''t go anywhere."


    But Jameson seemed oblivious. He continued to walk toward his private ne.


    "Jameson." Jasper''s eyes sank heavily. He exuded an oppressive vibe that seemed to freeze


    everything, even the howling wind passing by, into ice.


    "Didn''t you hear that my mom said she''s cold?" Jameson turned slightly toward Jasper.


    His sinister gaze was terrifying. "And what right do you have to dictate what I do? If the police suspect


    me of anything, they cane with an arrest warrant, and I''ll cooperate with any investigation.


    Otherwise, no one can stop me."


    "Suspect? No." Alyssa smiled mockingly. That smile hurt Jameson badly. "If it were mere suspicion, we


    wouldn''t havee to find you, much less stop you. Jameson, you''re the mastermind. I won''t believe


    whatever you say."