Can't Win Me Back



The sky was gray as freezing rain fell in the midst of the wind and snow, making Alyssa's heart feel even heavier.

An hour later, Newton's car came to a stop at a cemetery in the western suburbs.

The car door opened, and Ben, holding an umbrella, helped the faltering Newton out. Newton chose not to use his wheelchair and instead walked slowly into the cemetery.

"Miss Alyssa, this cemetery isn't considered expensive. It's where commoners are buried. Given Mr. Beckett Senior's family background, could he possibly have friends among ordinary people?" Sean asked, watching Newton with a perplexed expression. "Who could Mr. Beckett Senior be visiting in this terrible weather? He's not even using his wheelchair. It's making me really curious.

Alyssa stared out the window with a gloomy gaze. After some hesitation, she opened the door, got out, and quietly followed behind them, careful not to be noticed.

After a while, she saw Newton and Ben stop in front of a gravestone. They bowed deeply and placed a bouquet of white daisies they had prepared.Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

Due to the distance, Alyssa couldn't make out the name or picture on the gravestone.

People typically visited the cemetery at dawn or in the morning. Yet Newton chose to drop by in the afternoon, which was somewhat unusual.

"Mr. Newton, it's so cold out here. Your lungs can't handle this weather. Let's leave," Ben said with concem, taking off his coat and draping it over Newton.

Newton coughed. "I'm fine."

Staring at the bright smile of the woman on the gravestone, Newton was filled with regret. In a hoarse voice, he whispered, "She was such a good person. I was the one who wronged her... Our family wronged her. I don't even know if I'll make it to this time next year. Just let me stay with her a little longer."

Alyssa's heart ached as she overheard Newton's words from where she hid behind a tree.

Before she could process what she had heard, a plain-looking woman with white hair stormed up to Newton, her eyes bloodshot with anger. "It's you! How dare you... How dare you come here to visit my daughter?

Ben quickly stepped forward, shielding Newton, but Newton gently pushed him aside.

Alyssa's heart raced as she watched the scene unfold.

"Ms. Rollins, I've been deeply sorry for your daughter's death all these years. When Millie worked with the Beckett family, she was dedicated, hardworking, capable, and smart. We all liked her very much," Newton said with deep coughs, stepping forward with regret etched across his face.

"Our family is responsible for that accident. I've never forgotten about Millie." His voice softened further as he bowed deeply. "Please let me apologize again. I'm so sorry."

With a trembling body, Newton bowed deeply to Esther Rollins.

Mildred Hayes' mother, Esther, laughed bitterly through her tears. "That accident? If it was just an accident, why are you sneaking around to visit my daughter? You know very well how Millie died! It was Mr. Justin who caused her death!"

Those words came to Alyssa like a lightning bolt. She widened her eyes in shock.

This woman's daughter was probably once a helper who worked with the Beckett family. However, she ended up dying in a so-called 'accident".

And this woman was accusing Justin of being the man behind her daughter's death?

Ben stepped forward, looking distressed. "Ms. Rollins, Mr. Beckett Senior sympathizes with your loss, but you

can't make such accusations without evidence. We could sue you for defamation!"

Yet Newton remained silent, sorrow weighing heavily on his face.

Esther's bitter laugh echoed in the cold air. "It's been 20 years. Your family even cremated my daughter's body by force. What evidence could I possibly have left?

"You people deceived everyone to protect that twisted grandson of yours. You bribed and threatened us, took my husband and son hostage, and forced me to stop investigating Millie's death.

"Out of concern for my family, I've kept my hatred hidden for years. But living with this secret has been a living hell. For 20 years, I've been plagued by nightmares of Millie, crying, asking why I haven't avenged her death.'

Esther was crying so hard that her words faltered. She cried out in anguish, "I failed my daughter. I don't deserve to be her mother. If I don't seek justice for Millie, I'll never be able to face her in the afterlife!"

A gust of icy wind sent a shiver down Alyssa's spine, and her expression darkened.

Esther was overcome with a mix of tears and laughter, her emotions teetering on the edge of a breakdown as she faced her enemy's family.

"My husband is gravely ill, nearing the end of his life. And just last month, I lost my son in a tragic accident. There's nothing else that truly matters to me now.

"I'm clinging to life for one reason only-to see justice done for Millie. I want Mr. Justin to confess his crimes and face the consequences."

Deep down, Alyssa felt extremely sorrowful.

Esther watched her loved ones slip away, one by one. It seemed like fate was particularly cruel to those who didn't deserve such hardship.

But what truly troubled Alyssa was how a 14-year-old like Justin could have been responsible for the death of an adult woman.

"Ms. Rollins... I understand... how you feel..." Newton pressed a hand to his aching chest. Taking a deep breath, he continued with difficulty, "But I assure you, your daughter's death was an accident. It had nothing... to do... with my oldest grandson."