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, unlocking

frame inside and swiftly

Salvador!

breath and walked toward

had bound his wrists with his own tie and stuffed

on one knee before him, his

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

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

a needle and pierced it into

you, then that is my failure as

isn't this going too far?! If something happened to Arnold, what would become of

already inserted needles into various

unconscious and his face remained deathly

been like this?" Arnold asked as