"Mr. Benton! What''s going on? Dad was fine earlier. Why is his condition ring up?" Alyssa sat by the


    couch. She held Winston''s icy hands in hers. Her heart ached for him as a lump rose in her throat.


    "Lyse... I''m fine." Winston saw that Alyssa hade. He lifted his spirits and smiled.


    Alyssa''s eyes reddened. She was extremely worried. "You''re fine? Your face is even whiter than a


    Samoyed!"


    Jasper, Neil, and Winston were speechless.


    The tense atmosphere became a little lighter.


    Alyssa questioned angrily, "Jamiper came by earlier? Was he the one who caused this?"


    Winston and Neil stayed silent.


    "Winston, just now, I noticed that Jameson was carrying a medicine box with him. Did he use the


    medication as a means to threaten you?" Jasper asked with a twinkle in his eye.


    Neil blurted softly, "Yes, Mr. Jameson did bring the drug over. He also said that Mr. Taylor was only able


    to survive because of him. He came to strike a deal with Mr. Taylor. He promised Mr. Taylor that he


    would be able to have ess to the medication in the future, but only if Mr. Taylor agreed to his


    proposal.


    "Mr. Taylor was already feeling weak. Plus, he was provoked by someone like Mr. Jameson. He ended


    up like this because he reacted in fury. Fortunately, he took his medication on time. He has stabilized


    now."


    Alyssa probed, "What did Jameson propose?"


    Winston gave Neil a sharp re.


    Thus, Neil gave a vague answer. "It was about business coborations. The conditions he gave weren''t


    important. The important thing was that he was being imprudent. He waspletely disrespectful!"


    "That son of a bitch received a golden cor and thinks that he deserves to be so proud! What a


    shameless beast!"


    Alyssa gave Winston''s hand a squeeze. "Dad, Jasper and I bumped into him earlier. He put on an


    innocent look on his face and pretended to be nice to us.


    "Don''t be afraid. We will solve the issue with your medication. You don''t have to listen to his rubbish. If


    he could get his hands on the medication, so can we!"


    Winston fixed his eyes on Alyssa. She looked cute when she was angry. No sickness or pain could


    bother him now.


    Indeed. For Lyse''s sake, he would strive to live for a few more years.


    Jasper exhaled deeply. He uttered, "Winston, Lyse. I have to make a call. I''ll be back."


    Jameson and Carl were at the underground parking lot. Jameson was walking toward his car. He had a


    glum expression on his face.


    "Mr. Schmidt, Winston is such a hypocrite, isn''t he?"


    Carl was behind Jameson. He insulted, "He got sick and is almost knocking at death''s door. Even


    though he''s already at this stage, he''s still refusing to ept your kindness. Sooner orter, he will


    come crying and begging you on his knees!"


    "It''s fine even if he doesn''t beg me. I don''t want to be a bully to an elderly man who already has one


    foot in his grave."


    Jameson smirked and added, "Moreover, it doesn''t make any difference whether or not he uses this


    drug. He will just end up suffering in a different way."


    "Jameson."


    A deep and stern voice came from behind Jameson.


    He stopped in his tracks and turned around.


    Jasper was standing a few steps away from him. He looked elegant and proud. His eyes were burning


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