Chapter 110

At the Nicholson villa, everyone was amazed to see Dahlia return home safely.

“Dahlia, you’re finally home! I was so worried about you!” exclaimed one person.

“Sis! Are you alright? Were you bullied in the interrogation room?” Florence and James fawned over her eagerly. They had been extremely worried about her safety since receiving news of her detention by Mr. Gardner. They had exhausted all their connections and spent a fortune trying to secure her release, but to no avail. They were at a loss.

Just when they had given up hope, Dahlia unexpectedly returned home alone.

“Mother, I’m fine. Sorry for worrying you,” Dahlia smiled, though she was still shaken by the day's events. Fortunately, she had returned safe and sound.

“It’s all Dustin’s fault! If it weren’t for him, you wouldn’t have been captured!” Florence muttered angrily.

“Mother’s right! That shameless man is always up to something sneaky! Sis, you should stay away from him to avoid getting caught up in his crimes!” James added.

“Actually, this incident has nothing to do with him. He was framed,” Dahlia defended Dustin.

“How is that possible? If he’s truly innocent, why was he arrested?”

“Yeah, why frame him? This only proves he has bad character!” Florence and James complained.

Dahlia sighed.

“If it were up to me, I’d choose Matt. When he heard you were detained, he went looking for help to bail you out. A gentleman like him is rare nowadays!” Florence changed the subject.

“That’s right! Sis, if it weren’t for Matt’s help, you might still be in jail!” James agreed enthusiastically.

“Matt? Are you sure it was him?” Dahlia asked, surprised.

“Who else? He and the Hummer family are close. He must have asked Sir Hummer for help,” James mused.

“I see. I thought…” Dahlia trailed off.

Chapter 112

Dahlia was puzzled by Mr. Granville's appearance. Natasha seemed just as surprised. It appeared Matt had requested help from the Hummer family. Sir Hummer, one of the Mighty Three, likely had connections with Mr. Granville.

“Dahlia, Matt retrieved our lost money last time, and now he got you out of the interrogation room. You need to show some appreciation. Your cousin, Julie, is coming tomorrow; why don’t you invite Matt and spend the day together?” Florence asked expectantly.

“Let’s see if we have the time,” Dahlia said with a forced smile. Matt's name reminded her of someone else.

…

The next morning, at the Peaceful Medical Center:

“Let’s eat!” Dustin called from downstairs, setting the breakfast table.

“I’m coming! Why the rush?” A moment later, a one-eyed old man limped downstairs with a cane.

“Hey, punk! Where’s the alcohol?” he demanded angrily.

“No alcohol for breakfast. Have some soup,” Dustin said, offering him chicken soup.

“I’m not eating without alcohol!” The old man threw a tantrum.

“Suit yourself,” Dustin said, ignoring him and eating his breakfast. The old man eventually relented and ate the soup.

After breakfast, Dustin placed a cedarwood box on the table.

“Oh, another precious herb? You’re efficient!” the one-eyed man exclaimed.

“I need four more herbs; hopefully, I can collect them all in time,” Dustin muttered.

“These things can’t be forced. Leave it to fate,” the old man said calmly. For him, each day was a gift.

A silver Bentley interrupted their conversation, pulling up to the medical center. A beautiful woman emerged.

“Wow! What a beauty! Punk, aren’t you divorced? Don’t you want to take her as your wife?” The old man cackled.

“Shut up, old man!” Dustin glared, then stood to greet Natasha. “Ms. Harmon, why are you here?”

“What? Am I not welcome?” Natasha smirked.

“Of course not. Have a seat,” Dustin offered a chair. “You must be Old Mr. Whiskey. I’ve heard you love alcohol; that’s why I brought some homebrewed ale.” Natasha placed two bottles on the table.

“I’m satisfied as long as I have some alcohol! A glass of well-brewed ale is as valuable as liquid gold!” The one-eyed man beamed. He was delighted.

“If you like, I can send you alcohol every day,” Natasha chuckled.

“You are such a thoughtful young lady, much better than that Dahlia girl!” the one-eyed man grinned.

“Punk, you’re so fortunate to have met such a wonderful woman. You have to cherish her!”

“Take your alcohol and go away!” Dustin complained.

“Alright, alright. I’m going upstairs to drink alone. I don’t want to be a third wheel,” the old man said, taking the bottles upstairs.

“Ms. Harmon, I apologize for the old man. He can be rude and ignorant,” Dustin said sheepishly.

“I don’t think he said anything wrong. Are you offended?” Natasha raised an eyebrow.

“No,” Dustin shook his head.

“That’s alright, then,” Natasha chuckled. “That reminds me, I went to a lot of trouble to help you escape. How are you going to repay me?”

“Can I treat you to dinner?” Dustin asked hesitantly.

“That’s too predictable,” Natasha rolled her eyes.

“Well, what do you want?” Dustin asked, confused.

Without a word, Natasha closed her eyes, pointed to her lips, and motioned for a kiss.