Was it wrong for a mother to worry about her daughter’s safety? So why couldn’t Natasha understand her?
“Istrid!” Jessica called out.
A voluptuous woman immediately hurried into the room. “Yes, Madam?”
“Send an anonymous letter to Clement Lincoln to let him know everything Dustin has done.” Jessica
“Huh?” Isfrid was stunned. “A–are you sure, Madam?”
Dustin had been severely injured just to save Natasha, yet Jessica was telling her to betray him. That was
crossing the line.
“Shut up and do as I say! Natasha will only be safe if we sacrifice Dustin. Hurry up!” Jessica ordered coldly.
“Yes. Madam.” Istrid could only nod. Although she felt sorry for Dustin, as the Harmon family’s shadow guard, she had no choice but to obey Jessica.
Meanwhile, a red BMW suddenly pulled up at the door of Peaceful Medical Center. The car door flung open. and Dakota Nicholson rushed into the building frenziedly.
“I know you’re here, Rhys! Come out!” she yelled.
“Which uneducated brat is it?” Dustin emerged from the kitchen. He looked up and gave her a knowing look. So it’s you. What can I do for you?”
“Cut the crap! My mother’s sick. Follow me to the hospital and help her!” Dakota ordered rudely. She woke up this morning to find that her mother was paralyzed, unable to feel anything below her shoulders, and could
only move her neck.
Although Dakota was shocked, she was forced to admit that everything happened just as Dustin had said it would. Her mother had fainted the first day, coughed up blood on the second, and became paralyzed on the third, just like he said.
So, if her mother couldn’t receive treatment in time, she would die tomorrow.
“What does your mother falling sick have to do with me?” Dustin shrugged, not at all surprised.
“She wouldn’t be sick if you hadn’t slapped her,” Dakota replied arrogantly.
“Wow, to become terminally ill from a slap. Your mother sure is something else.” Dustin chuckled, shaking his
“Stop messing around. I’m giving you a chance to redeem yourself. Come with me to the hospital to save my
mother right now!” Dakota ordered.
“Sorry, but I don’t give a damn.” Dustin refused bluntly.
“What?” Dakota frowned. “How dare you refuse! Do you have any idea what the consequences will be?”
“Nope.” Dustin shook his head.
Dakota humped, displeased. “That means you’ll offend the Glenstead Nicholsons. If I can pull you out of jail, I can certainly put you back in.”
“It sounds like I have you to thank for my freedom?” Dustin asked, amused.
“Do you think I would have saved you if Dahlia didn’t keep begging me?” Dakota humphed. “You should be grateful. Since I saved you, it’s time for you to repay the favor. I’m giving you a chance to save my mother!”
“I have no idea where you found the confidence to say all that.” Dustin snorted and shook his head. “If that’s the attitude you’re going to carry, I’m afraid I can’t help you. Please leave.”
Dakota was supposed to ask for a favor, yet she acted arrogantly. It was as if she expected him to be grateful. that she was telling him to save someone. Who did she think she was?