Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

"Dad?"
"Dad!"
The three Taylor brothers were all dumbfounded. For the first time in 30 years, they saw their father lay hands on someone other
than their biological sons.
As the eldest son of an unbeatable business magnate, Winston had always lived a life of luxury and never needed to use his
hands to deal with anyone. He was more arrogant than a king.
But this time, Winston was truly furious.
His anger didn't subside after punching Jasper once. He continued to strike Jasper's face and body again and again.
Jasper's cheek was swollen. Blood trickled down his lips, but he couldn't feel any pain. His whole face was numb.
"Dad! You're not in good health! Being too angry will make you relapse!"
Jonah and Silas rushed forward to help Winston, who was standing unsteadily. However, Winston forcefully shook them off and
grabbed Jasper's bloodstained collar.

"Jasper ... Do you know that ... the woman you repeatedly trampled and hurt is my life? She is the only remaining link to the
woman I love. She's my everything!"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Taylor," Jasper repeated absentmindedly.
An intense pain surged in his chest. "Give me another chance ... I want to make it up to Lyse ..."

"If you can't take responsibility, why did you marry her in the first place? Since you married her, why did you hurt her?"
Winston suddenly withdrew his hand and staggered back. "Go back to Solana City. Go back to your evil family!
"From now on, KS Group is Beckett Group's nemesis! If you have the ability, protect your little territory. Otherwise, just wait for
me to demolish your place! Get lost!"
The Taylors left, and the gate closed with a bang.
Jasper stood in the rain, unmoving. It was as if his soul had been drawn out. He felt as though there was an insurmountable
obstacle between him and the Taylors.
He didn't know how long he stood there in a daze. But finally, he slowly bent down and knelt in the puddle with one knee. His
back heaved violently as he choked back sobs.
At this moment, footsteps approached from behind, stopping beside him.

Gasping for breath, Jasper slowly raised his head.
"Do you need an umbrella, Mr. Beckett?"
The well-dressed Jameson mockingly smirked. The look in his eyes clearly showed that he regarded Jasper as nothing more
than fodder.
Jasper panted heavily, and his fingers soaked in rainwater trembled as they curled into tightly clenched fists.

"Looks like you don't need one."
Jameson, towering above, wore an arrogant smirk. "You've done Lyse so much harm. Uncle Winston must hate you to the core.
At this point, do you think this melodramatic play is still useful?"
Carl, who held the umbrella for Jameson, also sneered. "If you didn't say that, I really wouldn't have realized that this was Mr.
Beckett's melodramatic play. I thought he wanted to be the Taylors' watchdog."
Jasper had no strength to argue with Jameson's lapdog.
Or perhaps he was punishing himself by letting others trample on him. It seemed as if only by allowing his body to be violated
and his dignity shattered could he find some solace within.
Only then he wouldn't feel so guilty that it was unbearable.
"It's late, Mr. Beckett. Aren't you going back yet? If you're not, I'm going in."
Jameson chuckled, and his gaze was cold. "I know it's very unpleasant to be blamed by everyone. But isn't all of this your own
doing?
"If you had treated Lyse better back then, would you have ended up like this? Kneel here and enjoy the taste of pain."
As the two walked toward the gate of Heightsnew Villa, Jasper finally spoke softly. "Are you the one manipulating Zoe?"