Axelâs body shook intensely, and then he collapsed on the ground. He was paralyzed and unable to stand.
âSorry, buddy. Take a rest for now. This thing wonât harm you much,â Landon said as he triumphantly raised the stun baton in his hand.
âAll of you Taylors have off-the-chart combat abilities. I have no choice but to resort to dirty tricks.
Otherwise, I wouldnât have been able to penetrate your defenses.â
âDamn it! Youâre despicable!â
Axel glared at him. His eyes alone seemed capable of tearing Landon apart.
âRegrettably, Iâm resorting to despicable tricks for the sake of my only best friend.â
Landon sighed while displaying a resigned shrug.
Jasper sprinted to the entrance of Alyssaâs ward, but Tatiana blocked him.
âI want to see your sister,â Jasper voiced his request as he looked at the girl with a pale face.
Sweat streamed down his weary face.
Tatiana bit her lip and remained silent.
âPlease,â he begged. Jasperâs voice was filled with desperation as he hoarsely pleaded, âLet me see her.â
He couldnât use force against a girl, so he had no choice but to plead.
After a deep stare, Tatiana sighed and made way for him.
âThank you,â he replied.
Jasper was about to open the door when Tatiana said, âYou shouldâve done better before.â
He froze for a moment. His chest began to heave violently.
The moment Jasper entered the ward, Alyssaâs beautiful face instantly turned into an icy expression.
The sense of estrangement and resistance from Alyssa pierced through Jasperâs very soul.
Jameson cast a disdainful glance at Jasper as his lips remained pursed. The two exuded a hostility that created the impression of archenemies encountering each other.
Jasper was taken aback. As their eyes met, a tense atmosphere hung between them.
âJasper, I donât want to see you. Please leave,â Alyssa gave a firm command with tears in her eyes.
âI need to talk to you,â Jasperâs throat strained to articulate the words. His voice was raspy and indistinct.
âGet out!â Alyssa suddenly sat up. She yelled at him and pounded the bed with her fists.
âLyse! Your body hasnât fully recovered! Donât get agitated! Stay calm!â
Jameson rushed to hold her quivering shoulders. His eyes were full of concern for her.
Alyssaâs hysterical demeanor seemed poised to tear Jasperâs soul apart.
He took a rigid step toward her. His movements were laden as if filled with lead, and his vision was blurry.
âI came here to apologize to you. I wanted to apologize for what Iâve done to you two years ago. I was wrong. Iâve hurt your feelings. Lyse, Iâm truly sorry.â
Jameson furrowed his brow in deep thought when he heard Jasperâs disjointed statement.
They had yet to divorce then.
He couldnât help but wonder what had happened between them that Jasper needed to apologize for.
In the next moment, Jameson felt Alyssaâs body trembling more intensely. Her bloodshot eyes fixed on Jasper with a penetrating and anguished stare.
She suddenly grabbed the cup from the bedside table and forcefully hurled the cup at Jasper.
With Jasperâs agile reflexes, he could have dodged it.
But he didnât.
He stood there stiffly, letting the ceramic cup smash into his forehead before it fell to the ground and broke into pieces.
His forehead immediately swelled up, But Jasper couldnât feel the pain, His mind was blank.
âWho wants to hear your apology? Who cares about your apologies?â
He gazed blankly at Alyssa, his heart aching as he observed her eyes filled with tears.
âWe have ended things between us a long time ago. Stop humiliating me!â