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


    instructed.


    “Huh?” Isfrid was stunned. “A–are you sure, Madam?”


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    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 pped her,” Dakota replied arrogantly.


    “Wow, to be terminally ill from a p. Your mother sure is something else.” Dustin chuckled,


    shaking his


    head.


    “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?