Twin Treasures: The CEO Wife's 99-Day of Revelations

Chapter 853: Chapter 853: Drug Withdrawal Attack

The night grew deeper.

Lydia Ingram returned home, so upset today that he hadn’t eaten. He took a hot bath and emerged to take an ’82 Lafite from the wine cabinet, together with a goblet, to the window.

The bright moonlight fell on him, and though it was a beautiful night, he felt absolutely awful.

Even the air seemed to be filled with a maddening vibe.

Soon, the phone rang, but his brow did not smooth out.

Lydia Ingram took a sip of wine, calmly put down the goblet, and picked up his phone from the coffee table. It was a call from the detention center.

He hesitated for a few seconds, mentally prepared himself, answered, and switched to speaker, ”Hello.”

Putting the phone back on the coffee table, he sat down in the sofa, and poured some wine into his glass from the bottle in his hand.

”Lydia Ingram,” Monica Usher’s pained voice came through, ”What kind of cigarettes did you give me? Why is it so agonizing to stop for just half a day? Send me cigarettes now...”

Her voice was trembling with an unbearable, frantic vibe passing over.

Soon after, her groan was distinctly heard.

Lydia Ingram’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, calmly saying, ”Just ordinary cigarettes; it’s all in your mind. Write your confession; your attitude determines your future.”

With that, he hung up the phone.

Monica Usher, though uncomfortable, still had a thread of rationality and grasped the deeper meaning.

She also understood it was not just ordinary cigarettes, but Lydia Ingram did not want to be dragged down.

In the detention center, Monica Usher, holding the disconnected phone, was overwhelmed and slumped over the table corner, ”Water, water quickly...”

She had strong willpower!

She must save herself! If she confessed Lydia Ingram’s crimes, there would be nobody to rescue her.

The prison guard poured her a glass of water, and Monica Usher almost hallucinated.

Her outstretched hand wavered in the air, unable to grasp the cup.

She saw seven or eight overlapping cups... just like the moon in the water, unreachable.

”Water, give me water...” A heat was boiling in her body, she needed to dilute it!

Her throat felt as if it would catch fire!

The guard squatted down and brought the water cup to her lips, observing her expression up close, relying on experience to judge.

Monica Usher grabbed the cup and drank in gulps!

”Cigarettes, give me cigarettes...” she was still frantic, ”Just ordinary ones!”

The two guards exchanged glances, one said, ”This is a detention center, no cigarettes allowed!”

With that, they turned and left, instructing at the door, ”Keep a close watch, report any incidents truthfully.”

”Yes.”

Then they departed.

”Should we report to CEO Kingston?” One of them questioned, ”She obviously has withdrawal symptoms, but is unaware, having inhaled it passively.”

The other checked the time on his wrist, ”It’s late, let’s report tomorrow.”

”Alright.”

And so, this matter wasn’t immediately reported to Justin Kingston.

Nighttime, Veridia.

In a hospital ward, Finn Morgan stood by Melissa Merce’s bed, watching her lie unconscious, hoping she would wake up soon, hoping she was unscathed, hoping that she would be happy and joyous for the rest of her lifetime.

Finn Morgan sat on the edge of Hailey’s bed, watching her sleep, wondering how she could fall asleep and then suddenly flop down again?

But she looked somewhat cute like this.

Staring at her, Finn Morgan unconsciously recalled the scene of their first meeting—

That day, she burst through the door wearing a hip-hop street dance outfit, walking into the CEO’s office.

Sitting on the office chair, her legs casually propped on the desk, leaning back into the chair, arms folded across her chest!

He gestured to the security guards trailing behind from the door, and only then did they turn to leave.

”I want to see Justin Kingston!” Hailey declared directly, full of momentum and boldness, ”Bring him over immediately!”