As they went back to the ward, the police officer came over. Grace put down her glass. "Are you taking me back? Let's go."
Charlie pulled her. The police officer shook his head. "I'm here to deliver the test report. We found Roofie in your vomit."
Roofie?
Charlie raised his eyebrows and frowned.
Grace was stunned. She had never taken it.
"It's a kind of drug. So we suspect that the car accident may be related to this drug."
Hearing this, Grace felt it was possible.
Because when she was driving, she felt dizzy and dazed. She couldn't see anything.
"Mrs. Morgan, please try to recall any special things you ate or drank yesterday."
Grace carefully thought back. She ate a lot yesterday. She couldn't remember anything special.
"Then we need to continue the investigation. I hope you can cooperate with us, Mrs. Morgan."
"Sure!"
The police officer left. Charlie asked her to think of what exactly she had eaten. Grace cocked her head, thinking carefully.
She ate bread in the morning, noodles at noon, tea and coffee in the afternoon...
Yet none of them were suspicious.
She was confused.
Charlie still wrinkled his brow. Grace stopped thinking back, asking, "How long has the girl been unconscious?"
"Twelve hours."
Charlie looked at the clock. "There are still thirty-six hours. I believe she'll wake up."
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