Can’t Win Me Back

The days passed by without any turbulence.
Twice each day—once in the morning and once at night—Briar and another nurse rotated shifts to take Jameson's medications
to him and give him his shots.
Each time, Jameson would have his primary physician conduct routine checks on his medication.
Even so, the results were identical each time.
There were no problems with the medications.
Before they realized it, it was the day before Jameson's birthday.
That night, determined to ease the tension between Jameson and Amber, Carl set off for the gallery to retrieve Amber's surprise
birthday gift for him.
Jameson's hospital room was heavily guarded from the outside.
He only had a bedside lamp on in his room as he read under the soft lighting.
Briar knocked on the door and walked in.
In a gentle voice, she said, Mr. Schmidt, it's time for your medications." "Okay." Jameson seemed to be in a good mood today.
There was a faint glee in his eyes.
Briar had an earnest smile on her face.
However, the look in her eyes was as sharp as a blade.
Jameson's face was elegant and refined.
He was very attractive.
If her brother hadn't suffered such brutal treatment, she might have ended up being captivated by him.
"T see that you're smiling today, Mr. Schmidt.
Did something good happen?" Briar asked while smiling.

"I'm getting discharged tomorrow." Jameson looked up as the corners of his lips curled upward in joy.
He continued, "Because it's my birthday tomorrow." "Oh! Really? Happy birthday to you in advance, then!" "Thank you, Ms.
Thompson.
I appreciate your efforts during this time." "No worries.
It's my privilege to be able to care for you, Mr. Schmidt." Briar placed her tray at the side of his bed.
She picked up one of the syringes and asked, "Shall 1 help you with your shot today? Do you need Dr.
Parris to come over for a quick check?" "No need.
Just leave it here.
My secretary will handle it when he gets back." Jameson directed his attention back to his book.
"Okay. I shall excuse myself, then." When Briar turned around, her face dropped immediately.
Then, she exited his hospital room.
Over ten minutes later, Carl rushed back to Jameson's side.
"Sorry to have kept you waiting, Mr. Schmidt!" "It looks like something good has happened?" Jameson asked with a slight smile
on his face.
"um..." Carl scratched his head awkwardly and cagily.
"Forget it.
You don't have to tell me about it if you don't want to.
The plans for each year are similar anyway." Jameson rolled up his sleeve and extended his toned and fair- skinned arm toward
him.
"No matter how much I think about it, you are still the person that I can trust the most." Carl stepped forward respectfully and
picked up a syringe from the tray.

Skillfully, he injected the needle into Jameson's vein.
In an instant, Jameson felt a cold sensation run through his arm.
He slowly leaned back on his headboard and closed his eyes.
All of a sudden, his hospital room door opened.
A bodyguard stumbled in with terror written all over his face.
"M-Mr. Schmidt! This is not good! The cops...
The cops are here!"