Chapter 74
Dr. Archer sneered, “I don’t know what you’re talking about p>
“Young Madam, did you capture the wrong person p>
“I just came to give you a nutritional shot, yet you set up a trap with Jasmine and an outsider for me? Young Madam, aren’t you afraid that the young master and Old Madam Grant will find out about this p>
“Wild man p>
Dr. Archer glared fiercely at Patrick Powell, seemingly determined to pin that label on him.
This also became his chance to escape.
Patrick Powell didn’t waste words.
He was very tall, and although he wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses that made him look scholarly, he was definitely ruthless.
He immediately grabbed Dr. Archer’s collar and slapped him boldly.
With a ’slap’, Dr. Archer’s mouth instantly split open, and blood began to flow.
Dr. Archer let out a low groan of pain, his features twisting on his face.
“Watch your mouth p>
Patrick Powell issued a warning, and Dr. Archer inhaled sharply, daring not to speak nonsense anymore.
But he would never admit to anything.
Vivian Sinclair was not in a hurry to press him, just signaling Jasmine: “You’ve learned from your Big Brother Powell for so long, now you’ve got some skills p>
“Do you want to learn from Dr. Archer how to give injections p>
“Go, pick up that syringe. Since he claims it’s a nutritional shot, let’s give him a supplement first p>
Jasmine responded promptly, “Got it p>
She hurried over to pick up the syringe, and Patrick Powell deftly grabbed Dr. Archer’s head, tilting it to expose his pale neck completely.
“The veins here can also be injected p>
Dr. Archer watched the needle gleaming as it approached him, and he panicked, shouting, “Stop, stop p>
“I’m sorry, Young Madam, I really was wrong, I won’t dare again. I didn’t really want to harm you, it’s just that you started investigating the paintings as soon as you returned, and if it weren’t for that, I wouldn’t have acted against you p>
Vivian Sinclair: “So, the drugs in this syringe really aren’t good? “
“Will you tell me, or shall I send it to the agency for testing? What is it exactly p>
Dr. Archer stiffly stammered, “It’s just a drug to make people incapable of speaking… it’s really not that scary p>
Vivian Sinclair: “Not that scary, you say p>
“Since you’re still not willing to confess, how about proving it to me yourself p>
“Jasmine, inject p>
Jasmine indeed inserted the needle into the vein in Dr. Archer’s neck as soon as she was ordered.
The precision even amazed Jasmine herself.
“Wow, I really do have a knack for this p>
But Dr. Archer was almost scared to wet himself; he collapsed and cried out, “Stop! Stop! Don’t, don’t push p>
“It’s… a drug that causes muscle atrophy… just like the symptoms of ALS… Please, don’t p>
Dr. Archer was trembling all over, tears streaming, clearly revealing the truth this time.
Symptoms like ALS?
Isn’t that just being mute, immobile, just like a vegetable?
Upon hearing this, Jasmine was so furious that she nearly pushed the syringe down.
Yet Vivian Sinclair gave her a signaling glance, and Jasmine reluctantly withdrew the needle.
Still, she was seething with anger, “Dr. Archer, we’ve lived under the same roof for over a decade, haven’t we? I never knew you were such a beast p>
“Even as a doctor, you entertain such harmful intentions! Do you live up to your sacred profession p>
“You wanted to turn Young Madam into someone with ALS-like symptoms, do you have any conscience left p>
“At least Young Madam has had business dealings with you, yet you perform such utterly horrendous acts. You are really despicable p>
Jasmine kicked Dr. Archer’s calf in frustration.
Dr. Archer let out a low groan, constantly begging for forgiveness, “I, I really know I was wrong p>
“I shouldn’t have harmed Young Madam p>
“But it hasn’t actually happened yet, right? I mean, I haven’t committed a crime, have I p>
Vivian Sinclair: “Not a crime? Intent to murder isn’t a crime p>
“And stealing paintings worth hundreds of thousands, isn’t that a crime p>
Vivian Sinclair’s low shout terrified Dr. Archer to the point of blanching.
“No, it wasn’t me p>
Vivian Sinclair was merely bluffing, but judging by his reaction, the truth seemed close enough.
She didn’t rush the matter but shifted her gaze to Patrick Powell: “Tell him p>
Patrick Powell nodded slightly, then turned and squatted facing Dr. Archer.
He leisurely rolled up his sleeves, then grabbed hold of Dr. Archer’s hair and said, “Miss Sinclair has been investigating you for a month now p>
“Indeed, you’re not a clean person p>
“Back then, you deliberately leaked the information to Miss Sinclair, saying that Miss Grant was going to use drugs against her. In the end, Miss Sinclair made a deal with you in self-defense. That time, you asked for one million p>
“If you weren’t so greedy, Miss Sinclair wouldn’t have been suspicious p>
“Subsequently, she discovered that Miss Grant’s side proactively asked you for drugs, which you actually coerced p>
“You wanted them to fight because only then could you profit from it p>
“And besides wanting to sell drugs to Miss Grant, you also wanted to make money off Miss Sinclair, conveniently meeting her wooing you, so you started conducting business with everyone p>
“Your greed was too obvious, forcing Miss Sinclair to investigate you p>
“The result showed you were indeed set up by your friends and lost two million overnight at an underground casino in Meridia p>
“You needed money to pay off your gambling debts, so you started raising funds everywhere p>
“You’ve secretly sold quite a few items belonging to Old Madam Grant, haven’t you p>
“Including that one, the tiger painting you just sold for eight hundred thousand p>
Dr. Archer didn’t expect Vivian Sinclair to investigate him so thoroughly.
The panic in his heart couldn’t help but completely show on his face.
“Young Madam, I don’t understand why you would do this p>
“Can’t you just turn a blind eye p>
“I haven’t really offended you, have I p>
“If you think I made too much with the one million, I’ll refund you a part. Why do you have to dig this pit for me p>
“We’ll still cross paths in the Grant Family. Will your life be any better there p>
Faced with Dr. Archer’s breakdown, Vivian Sinclair just coldly stared at him.
Then she calmly asked a question: “I just want to know, how did you get that painting p>
“If you answer honestly, I can pretend I know nothing, and in the future, I’ll go my way, and you go yours p>
Dr. Archer was confused for a moment.
Did she really dig up all this just for that painting?
And she could let it go?
Seeing him still hesitant, Vivian’s voice deepened: “You have no other choice now p>
“Either trust me and come clean p>
“Or, we meet at the police station p>
Dr. Archer dared not hesitate anymore.
He quickly confessed everything: “I’ll say it, all of it. This painting… was indeed swapped from the old madam p>
Vivian stared at him, waiting for him to speak everything out slowly.
Dr. Archer closed his eyes, figuring she had already stripped him bare, there was nothing else to hide, so he spilled it all.
“Yes, I… I did lose twenty million in Meridia gambling p>
“But taking my life wouldn’t even repay that debt p>
“So, I had no choice but to target the Grant Family p>
“My mother is Mrs. Archer, she’s the old madam’s confidante, and over the years she’s saved quite a bit working beside her p>
“Thanks to my mother, I got the job as the Grant family doctor, earning an annual salary… actually no less than a million, but that’s just a drop in the bucket, it couldn’t possibly fill the hole I made p>
“I had no choice but to ask my mother for help p>
“My mother couldn’t just watch me die, those debt collectors would chop off my arms, publicize my gambling losses, and ruin my life completely p>
“And every month I need to pay a hefty amount just to eke out my existence p>
“My mother would occasionally help sneak out some of the old madam’s valuables for me to sell, so at least I could repay a bit more p>
“Just a few days ago, the old madam suddenly wanted to burn that tiger painting p>
“From working closely with her, my mother knew it was valuable, otherwise, the old madam wouldn’t have locked it in her safe, right p>
“So… my mother swapped the painting… and gave it to me p>
“I was in a hurry to sell the painting, and unexpectedly, someone immediately bought it for eight hundred thousand p>
“And now, before the money even warmed up, you’ve discovered it, Young Madam p>
“I thought the old madam had told you about the painting, and you found out it was sold outside, so you came back to investigate p>
“Turns out you had already set a trap, waiting for me to jump in p>
Now Dr. Archer deeply regretted it.
He regretted impulsively targeting Vivian Sinclair, underestimating her, not knowing she came prepared p>
Vivian had Patrick Powell seal Dr. Archer’s mouth again.
“Take him out after dark p>
Patrick Powell: “Yes p>
Dr. Archer’s eyes went wide with terror, struggling, seeming to question why Vivian Sinclair wouldn’t keep her word.
Vivian gave him a calm glance: “Did I say I’d release you now? I can overlook what you did at the Grant Family and with the old madam, won’t expose you p>
“But I never said I won’t settle the score for your attempt to harm me with an injection p>
Dr. Archer rolled his eyes in fury, nearly fainting.
Seeing him like this, Vivian coldly tossed a remark: “Wait, there’s a chance for atonement p>
After that, Vivian glanced at Jasmine, who promptly had Patrick Powell take Dr. Archer out.
The small villa was a good place to hide someone.
Without attracting attention from others.
Vivian’s room looked as if no one had ever been there while she sat by the window for a long time, pondering a question.
So, Jordan Vance’s painting was indeed with Grandma.
Moreover, she originally intended to destroy it, but Dr. Archer and Mrs. Archer’s greed preserved this evidence instead.
But why did she want to do this?
Did she already know she was W?
At this moment, Vivian felt an urgent need to solve this puzzle.
A sense of absurdity and rage at being fooled from start to end was overwhelming.
To think, the person who plotted most against her might be the one she thought was the only one good to her.
Isn’t it ridiculous?
After Vivian took a nap, Matron Warren also sat up from the ground with a needle-pricking headache.
Strange, how could she sleep like a dead pig every time at Young Madam’s door, and sleep better than usual?
When Matron Warren got up and peeked into Vivian’s room, she almost fainted from shock.
Where’s the Young Madam?
Young Madam is gone again p>