Can't Win Me Back



"It's not a coincidence!" Alyssa sat up straight. Bright-eyed, she continued, "Mandy isn't wrong. There is a man who looks exactly like Damien!

"I know him. His name is Remy Lexington. I interacted with him when Jameson held me captive on Rose Island in Kontina!"

The Taylor family members were floored.

"Lyse! In that case, is he Damien?" Winston queried urgently.

Alyssa gritted her teeth and remained silent. She wondered why Remy would have appeared at the hospital at a time like this.

There could only be one possibility-he was the one who rammed into her car that night. He was also the one who sent her to the hospital. Yet, the first person she saw when she regained consciousness was Justin.

Jameson, Remy, Justin...

Suddenly, she came to a realization. Terror spread throughout her entire body.

A seemingly unrelated yet extremely horrifying thought popped into her mind. She didn't believe in coincidences. All coincidences were inextricably linked with one another, albeit in secret.

"Lyse, say something!" Mandy's eyes had turned red with agitation. "Is he Damien? Damien didn't die... He survived, didn't he?"

Alyssa took a deep breath. Then, her eyes lit up. "Mandy, you mentioned seeing him smoking in the hallway earlier? Did he leave after smoking, or did he leave while smoking?"

"Maybe my showing up scared him off. He hurried off after putting his cigarette out."

"Mandy, get Jonah and Silas to go to that balcony as quickly as possible. Have them look for that cigarette butt of his."

Alyssa's heart raced. She felt as if that mysterious fog that shrouded her eyes had dispersed a little. "Then, use that cigarette butt to perform a DNA comparison with Damien. We'll find out if he's Damien right after we test it!"

With both hands in his pockets and a gloomy look on his face, Remy walked in the hospital's underground parking lot alone.

He thought about that woman who claimed to be his mother. His heart throbbed in pain and his thoughts were in a mess. He had no idea what to make of it.

"Remy!"

Remy looked up immediately, only to see Sheryl coming before him with a frosty expression on her face. "What are you still doing here? Didn't Mr. Justin tell you that you had to leave after sending Alyssa to the hospital?"

The look in Remy's eyes dimmed.

During the night before last, he sent Alyssa to the hospital. Nonetheless, for some reason, he couldn't feel at ease.

He was afraid that he had hit her too hard, so much so that she wouldn't be able to come back out of the emergency room alive. Thus, he hadn't left. He had been watching over her in secret. Still, there was no way that he would share these with Sheryl.

To him, Sheryl was a viper, a scorpion. She was a cold-blooded creature with a human appearance. In fact, she wasn't actually human. So, why would he bare his heart with her?

"I was watching over Mr. Justin. After all, the Taylors have all come," Remy answered perfunctorily. The gaze in his eyes was cold.

In a moment of desperation, Sheryl blurted, "It's because the Taylors are all here that you shouldn't show up at this place all the more!"

Remy took a step forward. In a deep voice, he asked, "What do you mean?"

Sheryl had her doubts about Remy, but she let them slip in the end. The panic had made her forget about them. She quickly clarified, "Alyssa is a sharp-witted woman. Moreover, you've shown yourself to Axel. Once the Taylors realize that you're at the hospital, they will soon connect you with Alyssa's car accident.

"Mr. Justin is still at the hospital. With both of you showing up at the same time, Alyssa might suspect that you are connected to Mr. Justin. If that happens, we would be in deep shit!"

Remy pursed his lips tightly together. He said nothing.

"Hurry up and leave. Take my car," Sheryl urged.

"No need for that," Remy turned her down coldly. His shoulder brushed past hers.

"Oh, right. You didn't leave any traces at the hospital, did you?" As the attentive woman that she was, Sheryl questioned him.

Remy was suddenly reminded of the cigarette butt that he had left on the balcony. However, he didn't put much thought into it because he had never left any evidence at any crime scenes throughout these years of working for Justin.

As such, the police didn't have his record in their DNA database. They wouldn't be able to find anything even if he left a cigarette butt.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

"I didn't."

Upon saying that, Remy left, looking desolate and arrogant.