Crying, I cradled my red and swollen cheek and said, “I didn’t give him the IV. Mia did. My fingerprints aren’t even on the drug vial. If you don’t believe me, check it for yourself.”

Mia froze for a moment. Then, she looked at me with a teary expression and cried, “Are you still trying to pin the blame on me when I’ve already been beaten up for your mistakes?”

In the end, Max’s mother stepped forward and said, “Alright, then. Let’s ask the police to conduct an investigation. I’d like to find the person behind my son’s death so I can make them pay for their actions.”

While tests were being run, everyone at the scene was anxiously waiting for the results.

I wasn’t feeling nervous. I didn’t touch the drug vial, so there was no way my fingerprints would show up in the results.

However, I was soon proven wrong once again.

Nick was also present at the police station. He was quietly observing from the sidelines with a solemn look on his face.

Holding the test results, David scanned the crowd before stopping when he saw me.

“The fingerprints on Natalie’s right hand match the ones on the drug vial. This is concrete proof that Natalie was the one who administered the IV,” he announced.

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately turned to look at me.

Nick’s expression was grim. He looked like he was heartbroken.

“That’s impossible!” I yelled.

There was no way my fingerprints could’ve been on the vial unless David falsified the evidence.