Chapter: 839
"Are you trying to say that an old coot like me has no right to interfere with family affairs anymore?"
There was an ear-splitting bang as the bullet embedded itself inches before Jacob’s foot, making the man jump back in fear.
"H-how could you pull the trigger on me?" Jacob cried, outraged. He never expected Natasha to be the type to do something like that to her elder. If the bullet’s trajectory had been slightly off the mark, he would’ve lost his foot!
"You better not mess around, Uncle Jacob." Natasha threatened frostily.
"How dare you!" Trent roared.
"Natasha Harmon, he is your uncle! You’d be disgracing our family if you had hurt him just now!"
"I don’t want to hurt anyone, so you better not force me to," Natasha responded unrelentingly.
"Y-you bastard! Do you intend to betray your family for that boy?" Trent was furious.
The Harmon family had always lived by a rule-nothing mattered more than the family’s interests, which meant that they could sacrifice anyone if it meant saving their family. Therefore, Natasha’s contradictory actions were seen as a sign of disloyalty.
"All I care about right now is protecting Dustin." Natasha stood her ground.
"How many bullets do you have, Natasha? Do you even have enough to kill all of us?" Kate taunted.
"You can try." Natasha abruptly turned the gun toward Kate, making the latter pale and hide behind her father, worried that Natasha might actually do something outrageous and reckless out of love.
"Are you out of your mind, Natasha? We are your family!" Jessica could no longer remain silent. She was worried her daughter might impulsively hurt someone, making her the family’s enemy.
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.