Chapter 451

The interrogation room was thick with tension.

Evelyn Roland tapped her fingers lightly on the table, her sharp gaze sweeping over Vincent Kemnis. "Are you certain this is Christian Lefèvre's phone?"

Vincent toyed with the device, a smirk playing on his lips. "My brother's belongings are none of your concern."

"Is that so?" Evelyn's lips curled into a cold smile as she signaled her lawyer.

The lawyer immediately pulled up surveillance footage. On the screen, Isabella Langley whispered to Vincent, "I know you're the Lefèvres' illegitimate son... Evelyn is the real killer..."

Online outrage had erupted, with #EvelynRolandMurderer trending at the top of social media.

The lab reeked of antiseptic.

Gabrielle Flores' hand trembled slightly as she held a silver needle. "Christian Lefèvre, if you don't wake up now, I swear I'll throw you to the dogs!"

She jabbed the needle down with force. "Three years! I've treated you for three years! Do you have any idea how expensive those herbs were?"

The needle glinted coldly under the harsh lights.

"My sister's sentencing is today..." Gabrielle's voice cracked. "If you don't wake up now..."

The moment the needle pierced the acupuncture point, the man on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.

Gabrielle stumbled back in shock, the needle clattering to the floor.

"I—I'm sorry!" she stammered, flustered. "I didn't mean to—"

Christian strained to move his eyes. This girl had been chattering in his ear nonstop—he'd been wanting to wake up for ages.

"It's... fine," he rasped.

Gabrielle suddenly sprang up. "It worked!" She dashed to the fridge for an injection. "I'll administer this right away!"

Watching her excited retreat, Christian's lips twitched into an unconscious smile.

Back in the interrogation room, tensions flared.

Isabella lifted her chin triumphantly. "Just confess, Evelyn!"

The prosecutor rapped his gavel. "The evidence clearly indicates—"

The door burst open with a crash.

A cool voice cut through the chaos. "Evelyn didn't try to kill me."

Every head whipped around in shock.

Christian Lefèvre stood in the doorway, leaning heavily on a cane, his face pale but his gaze piercing. Gabrielle supported him, winking at Evelyn.

Isabella's face drained of color. Her water glass slipped from her fingers and shattered on the floor.