Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right by Czy Season

Chapter 815

"Who did this to you? Was it Drake?" Andrew asked, his fingers digging into her wrist as if he could crush the truth out of her.

Debra winced, trying to pull back, but his hold was unyielding. "It's not that serious."

"Not serious?" His voice rose, cutting through her excuses. "You think these marks are nothing?"

Debra's gaze dropped. Of course, she knew the gravity of the situation. But what was done was done. All she could do was find a way to survive it.

"Drake only injected me once. The dose was weak."

"Has it taken effect?"

Once someone was injected with drugs, just one dose could make them addicted. Even a weak dose was deadly.

"Yes, but it was bearable."

Why didn't you tell

was too exhausted last night, and

But Orkgate was far too dangerous. If they wanted to confront Drake, they had to plan carefully. Rushing in without preparation would be suicide. Andrew fell silent, turning to Barton. "Get a doctor here immediately. And make sure it

replied,

to

his wheelchair, but

himself into the elevator, clearly

didn't mean to hide this from

your energy for explaining

her harder than any slap. Andrew, always the composed one, was genuinely

draw Debra's blood for analysis. Everything in Andrew's home was state-of-the-art,

en

a bitter irony that Debra now found herself

the machine processed the results, Andrew asked, "You're

Debra nodded. "I'm sure."