The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Ian held his breath as he stared at the barricaded restroom door, cold sweat drenching his back.

At this moment, Justin's eyes were full of tears, his gaze unfocused and his consciousness slipping away.

If no one was here to protect him during his withdrawal, he would be nothing more than a sacrificial lamb, waiting to be slaughtered.

Ian's eyes turned bloodshot. He clenched his teeth, grabbed a mop, and stepped toward the door. "Who is it?!"

"Ian, it's me—Arnold." A deep, steady voice came from the other side.

"Dr. Larson!"

The mop clattered to the ground. Ian's tears spilled over uncontrollably.

"Don't panic. I'm alone." Arnold paused before continuing, his voice low and urgent. "Justin is having a withdrawal episode, isn't he? Let me in."

hastily and scrambled to remove the

inside and swiftly

Larson, please... Please save Mr. Salvador! No one

deep breath and walked toward Justin

wrists with his own tie and stuffed another tie into his mouth to prevent him from biting off his

on one knee before him, his pale lips

his body convulsed uncontrollably. He could not stop trembling, nor could he stop the tears from

you won't die." Arnold immediately pulled a black cloth pouch from his coat. Unfolding it, he revealed a

it into Justin's temple, his voice firm and

friend-you are also my patient. If I can't cure you, then that is my failure as a doctor. If anything happens to you, I will

eyes nearly popped out of his skull. 'Although Justin is perfect, and they have a close relationship, isn't this going too far?! If something happened to Arnold, what would become

had already inserted needles into various acupoints along Justin's head and

subsided. Although he was still unconscious and his face remained deathly pale, he looked much

long has he been like this?" Arnold asked as he