Chapter: 838

When Natasha didn’t respond, Jessica turned to Dustin and snapped.

"Dustin, are you going to drag my daughter into the mess you created?"

"Natasha, put the gun down." Dustin reached out and pressed the gun downward to lower it, before turning to face the rest of the people.

"I was the one who killed Layla, so the Grants will naturally look for me if they want revenge. Why are all of you so worked up?"

"Hmph! As if things are that simple. Who knows whether you’ll drag our family down with you?" Kate snorted.

"I’m not even close to your family, so why would I drag you down with me?" Dustin answered nonchalantly.

"You guys being afraid of the Grants is none of my business, but if you’re trying to capture me to get in their good graces, I’m afraid that’s impossible."

"Nice speech, but what makes you think you have a say in this?" Jacob sneered.

"Why not? I’ve always made the choices for my own life." Dustin responded.

"This is our territory! We decide your fate!" Jacob declared haughtily.

"I don’t want to fight, but I’ll have no choice if you continue to provoke me," Dustin warned.

"You sure are a stubborn one. Let’s see how strong you are!" Jacob drew his blade and swung it toward Dustin.

"Stop!"

Out of the blue, a solemn voice boomed. Slowly, a white-haired elderly man strode in with the aid of a walking cane.

"Father?"

"Grandfather?"

Everyone was visibly taken aback to see the old man, who had stepped back from the limelight eight years ago and no longer concerned himself with family affairs. They were puzzled as to why he was there.

"What are you doing here, Father?" Trent welcomed his father hurriedly.

Jacob stopped mid-attack and stood to the side respectfully as well.

"You guys would have destroyed this place if I hadn’t come!" Andrew humphed.

"Father, we still have some things to take care of. Why don’t you go back to your room and rest if you’re feeling unwell?"

Trent reached out to help but Andrew swatted his son’s hand away.