Chapter: 487
“Since we’re out of ideas, why don’t we let Dustin try? We can think of something else if it doesn’t work.” Dahlia’s tone became domineering.
“Rhys, you’d better watch what you’re doing. Don’t you dare try to pass just about anything off as a cure!” Florence warned. The two people in the ward were her cash cows. If anything were to go wrong, she’d be in big trouble.
“Let’s see how the patient’s doing.” Dustin didn’t want to waste his breath on her.
“Hmph! Come with me!” Florence led Dustin and Dahlia into the ward. Once she stepped in, her arrogance faded, replaced with a fawning smile.
“Florence, what the hell took you so long? Where is Dr. Cross?” Dakota asked impatiently.
“I’m here!” Florence said sycophantically, gesturing to the people behind her.
“Behold the doctor we’ve brought!
“Huh?” Dakota and Jane looked up, then exclaimed in unison.
“It’s you?”
“It’s you!” Dakota was momentarily taken aback when she recognized Dustin. Similarly, he looked at her funny with a hint of astonishment. Never had he expected that the two bitches were the relatives that Dahlia had mentioned to him. What a small world!
“Oh, did you know each other?” Dahlia’s quizzical gaze traveled between the two.
“Not only are we acquainted,” Dakota hissed through clenched teeth, “He’s also the guy who beat us up yesterday!”
“What?” Everyone was surprised to learn that.
“Um, Dakota, did you get the wrong person?” Florence questioned cautiously.
“No! How could I? I’d recognize him even if he turned into ashes! I also suspect my mom’s gotten a headache from his slap!” Dakota seemed merciless.
“Right! I must have fallen sick because of that slap! Get someone to arrest him!” Jane was bellowing in bed. She had been unable to put yesterday’s events behind her, and she was extremely furious upon meeting her enemy again.
“Dustin, what’s the matter? Why did you hit them?” Dahlia was baffled to learn that he had a grudge against
Jane and Dakota when she introduced him to her Glenstead relatives.
“They deserved it, Dustin replied bluntly.
“They reversed and crashed into another car, almost killing the victim. But they acted unreasonably like two bullies. I slapped them across their faces because I couldn’t stand them anymore.”
“You rascal! Do you know who they are? How dare you hit them?” Florence was incensed to learn that Dustin had laid a finger on her two Goddesses of Fortune. She took it as a personal affront as well.
“Don’t waste your time talking to him! Call the police now!” Dakota seethed resentfully.
“No, wait!” Dahlia jumped out to stop her.
“This might be a huge misunderstanding. There’s no need to make this a bigger issue than it is. Why don’t we have Dustin work on Aunt Jane’s illness to make up for his mistake?”
“Hmph! Nobody needs his help!” Jane spat on the ground.