Chapter: 5
“Rhys, you’d better be tactful and give us the money. Don’t make me angry!” Florence warned.
“You can call Dahlia and ask her if you don’t believe me.” Dustin did not wish to explain himself any further.
“What now? Are you threatening us? Listen here. No matter how much you beg, I’m not letting you leave with a single cent of ours!” Florence snarled.
“Mom, he’s too dense for this. Let’s just search his pockets!” James said impatiently. He dove straight into Dustin’s pockets.
Florence followed suit.
“Mom, do you have to do this?” Dustin frowned.
He hadn’t expected to be accosted by the Nicholson family so soon after the divorce. They were really merciless.
Florence spat on the ground in disgust.
“Who are you calling Mom? Watch your mouth. Who do you think you are?” As she spoke, she continued searching through Dustin’s pockets.
After some time, they didn’t find what they wanted from his pockets.
“F*cking hell, did he really not take any of the money?” James said, displeased.
Suddenly, he spied the crystal necklace around Dustin’s necklace and pulled it off roughly.
“Isn’t this my sister’s necklace? Why is it with you? Did you steal it?” James demanded.
“This is the Rhys family heirloom. Give it back!” Dustin said, his expression darkening.
He wouldn’t take any money, but he would not leave his mother’s keepsake.
“A family heirloom? Does this mean that this is valuable?” James’ eyes lit up.
“In that case, Rhys, this can be your repayment for these three years that you’ve been living with us. Let’s go!” Florence gave her son a look and prepared to leave.
“Stop there!” Dustin grabbed James’ wrist.
“Give me back the necklace!”
“Ouch! That hurts! Let me go!” James felt great pain in his wrist.
“Give it back,” Dustin repeated dangerously.
“F*ck, I’d rather throw it away than give it back to you!”
Seeing that he had no chance of freeing himself from Dustin, James threw the necklace onto the ground. With a crisp clink, the crystal necklace broke into several pieces. Dustin blanched. This was the only thing he had to remember his mother by.
“How dare you lay your hands on me! I’d rather break it than give it back to you!” James said as he rubbed his sore wrist.
Dustin clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles popped. His eyes were red with anger.