Chapter 112

“Why’d you bring him here, Natasha?” Jessica frowned, probing.

Natasha replied calmly. “This is my turf; I can bring whoever I like. Anyway, I’ve already found a good fit for the position of chief physician, and it’s Mr. Dustin!”

“What?!” Everyone exclaimed in shock.

“You’ve got to be kidding me, Natasha! Is he even qualified to serve as chief physician for the Harmons?” Jessica voiced her displeasure.

“Dustin’s medical skills are top-notch, and he knows the ins and outs of medicine. I believe he won’t face any problems while serving as chief!” Natasha assured Jessica.

“W-what kind of nonsense are you talking about?!” Jessica hollered, obviously agitated.

Ruth interrupted, rising to de-escalate the situation. “Calm down, there’s no need to make a fuss. Let’s just sit down and talk it out. Dustin, let me introduce you to everyone. This is my mother; I believe you’ve met her before. And this is my cousin, Quentin Harmon.”

“A pleasure to meet you both,” Dustin responded politely, nodding slightly, showing no hint of condescension.

“So you’re the pretty boy who keeps clinging to Natasha like a leech?” Quentin sneered, looking Dustin up and down. His gaze was full of disdain, as if he were looking at ants crawling beneath his feet.

Quentin’s superior attitude caused Dustin to raise an eyebrow, but he quickly composed himself.

“Didn’t I ask a question? Why aren’t you saying anything?” Quentin taunted, lifting his chin in an attempt to intimidate Dustin.

“I’m afraid I didn’t quite catch that, Mr. Harmon,” Dustin replied calmly.

“You sure you didn’t catch that, or are you trying to play dumb?” Quentin pressed, sighing sharply. “Fine, I’ll reword my question then. Did you kill Tilda Snider?”

“I did, but—” Before Dustin could explain, Quentin boomed, “Great! Since you’ve already admitted to the crime, that makes my job a whole lot easier. I’ll see to it that Tilda, one of the pillars in the Harmon household, doesn’t die in vain!” He produced an urn and slammed it on the table. “Now, I want you to look at her ashes and bow your fucking head as an apology to her!”

“What?” Dustin frowned in confusion.

Quentin’s disdain was now blatant; he clearly intended to humiliate Dustin publicly.

“Do you have a few screws loose? Are you sure the Tilda Snider you’re referring to is the same one who betrayed the Harmons and plotted to assassinate Ms. Harmon? Are you saying I should have spared her?” Dustin questioned.

“Who are you to decide if she lives or dies! Even if she’s a traitor, she still belongs to the Harmons. Her mess should be ours to clean up, not yours! Shouldn’t you choose your targets properly before disposing of them? Who are you to meddle in the Harmons’ family business?!” Quentin barked.

Dustin chuckled exasperatedly at Quentin’s outburst. Not only had he received no thanks for helping the Harmons dispose of their traitor, but now he was about to be punished for it? What an eye-opening display of gratitude!

“Enough talk. As long as you bow down to Tilda to make amends for my cousin’s sake, I’ll consider letting you off the hook,” Quentin ordered imperiously. After all, he considered Dustin insignificant, someone he could easily manipulate.

“What if I refuse?” Dustin shrugged indifferently.

“What if you refuse? Then I’ll make sure to break your fucking legs!” Quentin sneered.

“I’d like to see you try,” Dustin replied, his eyes narrowing with a wicked glint.

“Tsk! Now you’re just asking for it!” Quentin exploded, slamming his fists on the table. The sound of a shattered teacup followed.

“Quentin Harmon! If you dare so much as touch a single hair on Dustin, I’ll be the one to break your legs!” Natasha screamed, marching towards them.