CHAPTER 1613
Pursuing My Ex-Wife Isn’t Easy by Inked Snow Chapter 1613
The entire room fell silent.
Everyone’s gaze landed on Malcolm.
Malcolm could not help feeling his skin crawl when he felt everyone’s gaze on him.
Before he bought this ointment, he had only paid attention to the medicinal properties of this ointment
and failed to notice the fact that…he was the only person who had bought this ointment during the last
two months.
On top of that, he never expected that Winter Pharmaceutical Company, the manufacturer of this
medication, would keep records of the buyers!
“Winter Pharmaceutical Company has to keep records of all its buyers, considering how dangerous this
medication is. They wouldn’t want to get in trouble, of course.” Joshua curled his lips into a small smile,
as though he could understand exactly what Malcolm was thinking.
He turned and sat down gracefully in the chair Luna usually sat in during breakfast and continued, “If
you have the time to wonder why the pharmaceutical company kept records of its sales, Mr. Quinn, why
don’t you start thinking about
how to explain your way out of this situation? Why did you buy this ointment? On top of that…”
A glimmer of disdain flashed through Joshua’s eyes. “And since I was the one who had smeared this
ointment on Mrs. Land ry’s body, then how did the ointment you bought end up in my hands?”
The color drained from Malcolm’s face.
Jim narrowed his eyes, shot Malcolm a glance, then scoffed, “Explain yourself, Malcolm.”
Luna clenched her fists at her side, staring intently at Malcolm without a word.
Malcolm lowered his gaze but did not know what to say.
This medication had been manufactured by Winter Pharmaceutical Company for researchers to test its
skin- decaying propenies on lab rats, but since the Quinn Group was not a pharmaceutical company
nor did they conduct scientific experiments like this, he had no way of explaining his motives for buying
this ointment.
Malcolm bit his lip and glanced at Dr. Greg, who was watching this situation unfold with an amused
look.
A glimmer flashed through Malcolm’s eyes, and he quickly blamed ever on Dr. Greg. “Actually, I bought
this medication for Dr. Greg.”
He pointed at the old man and continued, “He’s a doctor that I respect with all my head, and he told me
that he wanted to conduct a medical experiment that required the use of this ointment. However, the
ointment was too expensive, and he couldn’t afford it, so I bought it for him. “
As soon as he said this, MalcoIm let out a small sigh of relief, and could not help thinking how smart he
was for coming up with this idea. “After I handed the ointment over to Dr. Greg, I don’t know what
happened to it.”
With that, he lifted his head to glance at Joshua and added, “As for how Joshua Lynch managed to
steal the ointment from Dr. Greg, I have no idea.”
Malcolm turned to smile at Dr. Greg. “Am I right, Dr?”
Dr. Greg paused for a few moments before finally nodding furiously. “Yes, yes, that’s exactly what
happened!”
Luna narrowed her eyes upon hearing this. She could tell that Dr. Greg was forced to admit this against
his will.
She let out an exhale, walked over to Dr. Greg, and asked in a gentle voice, “Dr. Greg, when did Mr.
Quinn give you the medication? And when did you notice that it had disappeared?”
Dr. Greg was beginning to grow a little flustered at being questioned like this. He shot Malcolm a
helpless expression.
Malcolm narrowed his eyes. “Luna, why are you asking so many questions?”
“What else would she do it for? It’s because she wants to help her beloved Joshua Lynch escape.”
Heather pursed her lips in disapproval. “I told you that Luna cares about nothing apart from Joshua
Lynch, and yet none of you believe me!”
Luna lowered her gaze and turned to stare at Malcolm and Heather. “The reason I asked so many
questions was to determine if Joshua was indeed the one who had hurt my mother. If he was indeed
the culprit, then all is well, but what if he wasn’t?”
Luna’s expression darkened. “If Joshua wasn’t the culprit, then we’ll be letting the real one get away Material © of .
scot-free, aren’t we?
“Is it wrong of me to want to find out the truth on Mother’s behalf?”