Chapter 908

When Jane entered Ralph’s room, Lester had already administered a sedative. Ralph sat on the edge of the bed, dressed in a white shirt and dress pants, his expression vacant—like all vitality had been drained from him. Lester tried speaking to him, but it was as if Ralph had slipped into another dimension, utterly unresponsive to the outside world. A rope still dangled from a screw in the ceiling, swaying slightly, while dark bloodstains dotted the windowsill. Judging by the scene, Ralph had attempted to jump, only to be pulled back by his brothers—someone must have been hurt in the struggle. Jane’s heart clenched. The sedative took effect quickly. Ralph’s eyelids drooped, and he slumped backward onto the bed. Once Lester settled him down, his assistant arrived with a medical kit. Lester drew blood and handed the vials to the assistant, who rushed them to the nearest hospital for urgent testing. It didn’t take long for the results to come back. Frowning at the lab report on his phone,