The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 2389

"Mr. Salvador's blood contains methamphetamine..."

Jack's pupils constricted sharply.

That compound was all too familiar. It was a key ingredient in Crystal Ice!

Dr. Wagner hesitated, lowering his voice. "Moreover, if my assumptions are correct, Mr. Salvador was hospitalized due to severe withdrawal symptoms. Without timely intake, his body simply couldn't handle it. Would this count as evidence?"

"Dr. Wagner, thank you very much for providing this evidence and for cooperating with our investigation!" Jack exclaimed, gripping the doctor's hand firmly, his excitement barely contained.

Meanwhile, around the corner of the corridor, Ralph leaned against the wall, eavesdropping on their conversation with keen ears.

His expression darkened, a storm brewing in his chest. Gritting his teeth, he pulled out his phone and sent a message to Bella.

[Bella, there's been a change in the situation! I can't intervene in the case, but this time, you have to save Justin!]

An hour later, Jack strode back into the interrogation room, brimming with confidence.

He slammed the blood test report onto the table in front of Justin and Clarence.

"This is new evidence from your attending physician, Dr. Wagner. Your blood contains substances that only drug addicts would have!"

Clarence's expression darkened. He grabbed the report, scanning it meticulously. However, Justin remained remarkably composed.

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Deep down, Justin had expected this. He knew this entire setup was orchestrated by his older brother, Grant, and it would not be easy to escape this trap.

"It doesn't matter if you took it yesterday or a year ago; drug use leaves its mark," Jack sneered triumphantly." Methamphetamine stays in the body for up to two years. There's no way you could metabolize it so quickly!"

With what he considered irrefutable evidence, Jack smirked, his tone dripping with satisfaction.

"The fact that you've used drugs is solid. There's no room for denial. Starting now, you're looking at a minimum of 15 days of detention. The food in there isn't gourmet, and the hard beds will destroy your back. Someone like you who is accustomed to luxury should brace yourself for the experience."

For an ordinary person, a first-time drug offense might result in a slap on the wrist-15 days of detention. But for someone of high status and vast influence like Justin, the consequences would be catastrophic.

Once labeled a drug addict, Justin would carry that stigma for the rest of his life.

Salvador Corporation's image would crumble, and he would no longer be able to appear in public without jeopardizing the company's reputation.

Clarence's chest tightened as he stared at the report, frantically calculating their next move. But before he could speak, he was interrupted by Justin's calm voice.

"I did not use drugs," Justin said evenly, his tone devoid of fluctuation. "Three months ago, when my health began deteriorating, I started taking medication to suppress my symptoms. Afterward, my elder brother, Grant, under the guise of helping with my treatment, assigned his private doctor to oversee my care."

Jack's brow furrowed. "Private doctor? What's the doctor's name?"

"Clarice Amaryllis," Justin replied slowly, lifting his sharp gaze. His eyes remained unwavering, shining with unbroken resolve despite the adversity before him. "Since she took over my treatment, every subsequent medication I consumed came from her. She assured me that these were prescribed to manage my condition, not illegal drugs."

Jack's expression stiffened. He had believed this evidence was enough to seal Justin's fate, secure a conviction, and satisfy Superintendent Donald.

What he did not anticipate was this unexpected twist-a private doctor called Clarice Amaryllis stepping into the picture.