Chapter 8 - The Lab Results
By 1:00 PM, Marcus's private investigator had brought the bedsheet sample and the Ziploc bag to an independent forensic lab in Sugar Land.
Dr. Aris, a chief toxicologist, reviewed the chemical analysis report with us inside his private consultation room.
"Mrs. Vance... or rather, Mrs. Lin... the liquid sample recovered from the bedsheet contains a lethal concentration of Zolpidem," Dr. Aris explained.
"Mixed with a high dose of scopolamine—commonly known as 'Devil's Breath'—a drug that induces extreme docility and total amnesia."
My breath hitched in my throat as the sheer horror of the toxicology report settled over me.
"Scopolamine?" I whispered, clutching my handbag tightly.
"Yes," Dr. Aris confirmed gravely. "In high doses, it makes the victim entirely susceptible to suggestion while erasing their short-term memory."
"If your husband was given this mixture, he would sign any document placed in front of him without understanding what he was doing."
"And when he woke up, he would have zero recollection of signing it or who was in the room with him."
Marcus stood up, taking the signed toxicology report and sliding it into his leather briefcase.
"This changes everything," Marcus said, his voice ringing like a battle horn.
"Victoria didn't just drug him to keep him away from you on your wedding night."
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"She drugged him so she could force him to sign over his personal trust fund management rights to her corporate shell company."
She was robbing her own son blind while blaming it on me.
