The lost heiress never forgiven

Chapter 422 A Hidden Threat

The elderly doctor frowned, still puzzled. “With such a high fever, there should be irregularities in the bloodwork.”

“But Mr. Simon’s blood test results show nothing out of the ordinary.”

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He’d also examined the lungs, throat, and even Johnathan’s injured ribs–nothing stood out.

Sierra’s heart skipped a beat. She stepped forward quickly. “Can I see the report?”

The doctor glanced at Wayne. Seeing no objection, he handed it over.

Sierra skimmed through the results–and her expression darkened.

“This report is identical to the one from yesterday,” she said sharply.

“That’s impossible!” the doctor immediately objected. “Blood values change throughout the day. They’d never be identical.”

“They are,” Sierra replied firmly.

Then she rattled off the exact figures from memory–every reading, precise to the decimal. The room fell into stunned silence.

She’d only seen the report once–and remembered it all?

Even Wayne looked at her with newfound respect.

He turned to the doctor and said, “Fetch yesterday’s report. Now.”

The hospital had returned all files to the Wynn estate, with nothing left on record.

Grumbling in disbelief, the doctor retrieved the prior report and compared the two–his eyes widened. “It’s… it’s exactly the same. Not even a single digit is different. That’s impossible!”

Blood results could never remain fixed like this.

turned cold. “It is impossible. Unless

“Johnathan was drugged yesterday.”

it was a heavy sedative,

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pharmaceutical development. There was no way they’d go through all that trouble just to knock

the pieces together–and clearly, so had

slammed

every expert we have.

sample of Johnathan’s earlier blood draws and

Johnathan–his fever had dropped, but he

said firmly, turning to Wayne. “Please keep watch over

to the

needed to uncover the

gave her a steady look,

drive you–and

leaned down and pressed

and wait

and strode out, not

decisive posture, Wayne nodded slightly to himself. Now that’s more like

her guards, Sierra made it back to North

but Wayne had already paved the way–Sierra passed through security unhindered and entered

into her lab coat, took a deep breath, and plunged into the sterile; glass–walled lab

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