The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 2454

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.”

Ian wiped his tears hastily and scrambled to remove the barricade, unlocking the door.

Arnold slipped his slender frame inside and swiftly relocked the door.

“Dr. Larson, please… Please save Mr. Salvador! No one else can help him now!”

Arnold took a deep breath and walked toward Justin step by step.

To keep 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 tongue.

“Justin…” Arnold knelt on one knee before him, his pale lips trembling, tears welling in his eyes.

“Arnold… Help me…” Justin’s bloodshot eyes pleaded as his body convulsed uncontrollably. He could not stop trembling, nor could he stop the tears from streaming down his face. “I… I just want to die…”

“In the early stages, about 15 to 30 minutes. But now… If he doesn’t take anything, the pain tortures him through the entire night.”

Arnold removed the needle, his chest tightening. “The drugs have seeped into his bones. It’s slowly eating away at him.”

Ian couldn’t help but ask, “Dr. Larson, what did you just inject him with? As soon as you used it, his symptoms eased up—it’s incredible!”

“Since leaving Savrow, I’ve been at a research lab in Meridan, searching for a way to neutralize the toxins in Justin’s body and repair the damage to his brain.”

Arnold looked at Justin’s pale face, his expression dark with sorrow.

“But after thousands of experiments… I still can only relieve his symptoms. I have yet to find a cure.”

His voice trembled slightly. “It’s my incompetence as a doctor. It’s my failure…”