Dear Ex-wife Marry Me (Maja and Ian) novel Chapter 1681

Sarah arrived swiftly, drawing blood samples with a frown creasing her forehead.

Beck's heart skipped a beat, his lips pressed tightly together. "Doc, he's gonna be okay, right?"

Sarah turned to the others in the room. "Who gave him the injection?"

Without hesitation, Beck had his men bring Queena in. With Ian still unconscious, he dared not lay a finger on her, choosing instead to keep her detained.

The local police station, where Rachel worked, was clamoring for Queena's return, insisting that a murder suspect should not be taken away so lightly.

Beck simply brushed off the policewoman's demands and had Queena brought to the hospital.

At first glance, Sarah's pupils shrank.

"Doc, is there something off about her identity?"

"Everyone from the research base is brilliant, even by their standards," Sarah replied.

Beck's demeanor darkened. "What the hell is wrong with Ian, then?"

Queena, under guard, let out a sly chuckle, her lips curling into a smirk.

Her expression was one of arrogance and contempt.

"So, Dr. Sarah, you are still alive and remember a nobody like me."

Sarah raised her hand, continuing her examination on Ian. "He'll live, but the drug this woman fed him is problematic. The exact issue, only she knows."

The research facility was a haven for geniuses, capable of concocting any drug imaginable. Even after years spent there, Sarah was unaware of the full scope of their pharmacopeia as research varied by sector.

"We'll have to wait until he wakes up to see the full reaction."

Relief washed over Beck, knowing Ian's life hung in the balance. But that relief was short-lived as Sarah added, "His brain has been intentionally damaged. If he wakes up, he might have the IQ of a toddler. We'll see more once he regains consciousness."

A tingle of dread crawled across Beck's scalp at the thought; better to keep this from Maja for now.

A smile played on Queena's lips, as if she wanted to applaud Sarah's deduction, but her hands were cuffed behind her back.

"Dr. Sarah, I should praise you for remembering such a trivial detail."

In the vast expanse of the research facility, this was a mere footnote. With countless drugs being developed, who could recall the specifics of each?

She had created this drug to control the lab's living weapons—what better way to ensure their loyalty?

But the higher-ups refused to use their own blood to feed a weapon, and the project was scrapped.

Yet, using this drug against Ian was perfect.

Even if these people suspected her, they wouldn't dare kill her.

Once Ian woke up, he would seek her out.

Triumph was written all over her face, eagerly anticipating his awakening.