?Chapter 2296


    Alvin said, "Arge amount of drugs injected or consumed can damage the brain''s amygd. That''s likely why Mr. Salvador ended up like this. For now, this seems to be the only possible exnation."


    Be was stunned, murmuring in shock, "Did Christopher force Justin to take drugs?"


    M couldn''t believe it. "He only took three pills! How could they be that dangerous?"


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    "Drugs, even a little, can make you feel like you''re floating. But too much, and it''s worse than death." Alvin lowered his eyelids and sighed deeply. "Many addicts have lost their lives after injecting drugs. If the pills Mr. Salvador took were high-purity drugs, three could very well be enough to kill him."


    Be''s heart ached as if it had been pierced. Sweat beaded on her delicate forehead. "Will Justin experience any abnormal reactions?"


    "I don''t know exactly what drug he took, so I can''t say what the reactions might be. But after addicts stop using, they feel chills all over, like ants are gnawing at their insides, and the difort worsens without more drugs. This shows he''spletely addicted."


    "Damn it! Bastard!" Be mmed her fist against the table in fury, the sound echoing loudly. A tear of pain fell onto the cold, iron table


    What worried her more was that she could not be anywhere near Justin now. She had no way of knowing if he was already addicted, whether he was enduring the agony of withdrawal day and night, or how much he was suffering


    M was equally anxious. "Justin is such a good kid... If he''s hooked on that awful stuff, his life will be ruined!" Alvin hurriedly said, "M, Ms. Thompson, don''t be too concerned yet. This is only my personal theory. It''s possible Mr. Salvador just took some kind of nerve damaging medication, not necessarily drugs. We can''t be sure. If we can, we should secretly have Mr. Salvador''s blood tested to confirm whether it was drugs. That will give us the answer."


    Be''s heart twisted with pain, and she spoke softly. "Thank you for telling me all this. We''ll visit you again when we have the chance."


    With that, they stood up, ready to end the visit.


    "Ms. Thompson!" Alvin quickly rose, hesitating as he asked, "My youngest son, Arnold... Is he doing well?" Be felt a tremor in her heart. "Arnold is doing fine."


    "Is he still with Asher? Are they doing well?" Alvin''s eyes reddened as he asked.


    Be hesitated for a moment before lying, "Yes, they''re doing well. My older brother loves him very much."


    "In the past, I thought they were just messing around. I never imagined it was real. Arnold is smart and kind. He was always the most suitable heir to the Larson family. I was too stubborn and harsh on him. But now that he has Asher to care for him, I can rest easy..." Alvin quickly wiped away his tears and softly pleaded, "Ms. Thompson, when you see Arnold, please tell him I''m sorry."


    Tears welled in Be''s eyes as she softly replied, "Alright."


    As night fell, the Salvador Corporation headquarters were nearly empty, but Justin had not left the CEO''s office yet, engrossed in reviewing the development n for the Savrow A5 real estate project.


    This project was critical to the Salvador Corporation''s next five years of growth.


    "Mr. Salvador, you should clock out now." Ian looked at Justin''s pale and slightly tired face, feeling distressed." Even if you stay all night, you won''t finish all this work. Your health is more important. You can continue tomorrow."


    Justin suddenly shivered and furrowed his brow. "Did you turn on the AC? Why is it so cold?"


    Ian scratched his head in confusion. "No, I didn''t. It''s snowing outside. We should be running the heat, not the AC!"


    Justin clenched his teeth, unable to fight off the bone-chilling cold that seemed to seep through his very core. "Mr. Salvador, there''s a major charity g this weekend. Will you be attending?"


    Justin didn''t lift his head, his voice cold. ''T''ll make a donation. I''ve been too busytely. I won''t attend."Property ? N?velDrama.Org.


    Justin''s eyes remained downcast, his gaze heavy like a thick mist.


    "Mr. Salvador, do you want to-" Beforen could finish speaking, a knock came at the door.


    Justin said, "Come in."


    The door opened, and rice entered with a smile. "Mr. Justin, how are you feeling today? Does your head still hurt? Do you still feel cold?"