While My Husband Cheated I Married His Powerful Brother novel Chapter 128

Chapter 128: Chapter 128 The Professor’s Confession

The room was dead quiet, the silence heavy after Wesley asked his question.

What’s SP-117?

Professor Sterling’s face had drained of all color, turning a sickening shade of pale. His hands were clenched so tight at his sides that his knuckles were stark white. He stood there, frozen, clearly looking for any possible way out of answering.

Veyra looked right at him, her tone completely calm and unbothered.

"SP-117 is a specialized sodium pentobarbital serum," she said, her voice carrying easily through the silent space. "In simpler terms, it is a truth serum."

Xiomara’s face went completely white, all her previous confidence evaporating in an instant.

Professor Sterling’s eyes widened in genuine shock. "How on earth do you know that?"

"I read your research," Veyra replied evenly. "Every single paper you put out. Every journal article. Every single tiny footnote at the bottom of the page." She paused for a brief second, watching his reaction. "You never published the exact chemical ingredients anywhere, of course. But I spent enough time studying your work to figure it out on my own."

Xiomara let out a high, hysterical laugh that sounded totally fake. "That is not possible! You’re making all of this up! She’s lying!"

"I am not lying," Veyra said, slowly turning her gaze toward the girl. "You look very nervous all of a sudden, Xiomara."

Xiomara’s hands were shaking so badly she had to lock her fingers together. "I am not nervous!"

"Your skin is completely pale. Your hands are visibly shaking. There are beads of sweat running down your temples," Veyra noted, tilting her head to the side. "Why would you be acting so nervous if you truly have nothing to hide from us?"

Xiomara opened her mouth to snap back, then closed it tight. She opened it again, her jaw working up and down, but not a single sound came out of her throat.

Veyra turned her attention back to Professor Sterling, who was staring at her like she was a ghost.

"About a year ago," Veyra continued, her voice dropping into a solemn tone, "there was a violent murder case. A whole family of six people. They were all killed right inside their own home. There were no witnesses, no obvious break-in signs, and zero prime suspects. Eventually, the case went completely cold."

Professor Sterling set his jaw, his eyes narrowing into tight slits. "What does a cold murder case have to do with anything happening in this room?"

"I managed to get my hands on the case file," Veyra said softly. "I read the full autopsy reports. I looked over the toxicology screens." She paused, letting her words sink in. "The exact chemical ingredients of SP-117 were never publicly disclosed anywhere. Yet those exact chemical markers were present in the bloodwork of every single one of those six victims."

Professor Sterling’s face went even paler, looking like he might faint right on the spot.

"You developed SP-117 in your lab," Veyra said, taking a small step closer to him. "You tested it secretly on them. And once you realized that it actually worked, you just couldn’t stop yourself."

The room plunged into total, heavy silence.

Xiomara’s voice came out as a barely audible whisper, her eyes wide with horror. "That is not true... none of that is true."

"It is completely true," Veyra said, glancing at her with cold eyes. "And deep down, you already know it."

Veyra turned to look at Wesley, keeping her stance steady and composed.

"SP-117 is the real deal," she said plainly. "It forces total honesty, and it cannot be faked or fought off. If Professor Sterling actually injects both me and Xiomara with a dose right now, everyone in this room will instantly know who is telling the truth."

Xiomara’s face went completely ghostly white again.

"No!" Xiomara blurted out, taking a frantic step backward. "No, absolute not! I am not letting anyone inject me with anything!"

Veyra looked over at her, her voice smooth and curious. "Why not? If you have nothing to hide, what are you so afraid of?"

"Because..." Xiomara’s eyes darted wildly around the room, desperately looking for an excuse. "Because I have a phobia of needles! I’ve always been deathly afraid of needles!"

Veyra raised her eyebrows in mock surprise. "You are afraid of needles?"

"Yes! I am!"

"That is funny," Veyra said, her voice dry. "You certainly didn’t look afraid of needles when you got all those fresh Botox injections in your face last month."

Xiomara’s cheeks instantly flushed a dark, violent red. "That is completely different!"

"How exactly is it different?"

"Because..." Xiomara stopped dead in her tracks. She bit her lip hard, completely unable to find a believable answer.

Veyra offered her a small, bitter smile. "That is exactly what I thought."

Veyra turned back to face Wesley again.

"SP-117 is a heavily restricted, prohibited substance," she said. "Are you capable of getting your hands on a vial?"

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