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."

his tears hastily and scrambled to remove the barricade,

frame inside and swiftly relocked

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

took a deep breath and walked toward Justin step by

him from thrashing, Ian had bound his wrists with his own tie and stuffed another tie into his mouth to prevent him from biting off his

his pale

uncontrollably. He could not stop trembling, nor could he stop the tears from streaming down his face. "I... I just

black cloth pouch from his coat. Unfolding it, he revealed a set of acupuncture

a needle and pierced it into

patient. If I can't cure you, then that is my failure as a doctor. If anything happens

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,

Ian's mind spun into chaos, Arnold had already inserted needles into various

was still unconscious and his face remained deathly pale,

this?" Arnold asked as he carefully untied