After a moment's silence, Dahlia made her decision.

"Dahlia, you must defend your brother! Don't let that bastard off so easily!" Florence said hatefully.

"Don't worry, I know what I should do." Dahlia nodded, gesturing for two guards to take Florence and James to the hospital.

"What do you think, Lyra?" Dahlia rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on.

"It's obvious, isn't it? Dustin assaulted them first. The security guards witnessed it, so that can't be a lie," Lyra said.

"But my mother isn't exactly an honest person" Dahlia began. She knew her mother and brother well; they were a hot-tempered and ruthless duo.

"Either way, it's still wrong for him to throw the first punch!" Lyra said righteously. "Even if there was a misunderstanding, why couldn't he talk it out? Moreover, he beat up James, your brother! He didn't think of how you'd feel attacking your family. This alone proves he's not a good person!"

Dahlia's frown deepened. Lyra was right. Even if her mother and brother were rude and unreasonable, Dustin had no reason to assault them, especially injuring James so badly. Her decision to divorce him seemed correct.

"You can't let this go, Ms. Nicholson. You have to teach him a lesson!" Lyra said.

Angered, Dahlia called Dustin. He was sitting in a silver Bentley, frowning at the incoming call. Reluctantly, he answered.

"Dustin, I need an explanation!" Dahlia demanded.

"What explanation?"

"Did you hit my brother?"

"I did. But…"

Dahlia interrupted. "So it was you! I hadn't expected this from you! Are you taking revenge on my family because I divorced you?"

Dustin was taken aback. He hadn't expected Dahlia's aggression; she hadn't listened to him. After three years of marriage, she treated him like a stranger.

"Dahlia Nicholson, is that what you think of me? You know I hit your brother, but have you considered why?" Dustin asked.

"No matter what he did, you shouldn't have hit him!" Dahlia insisted.

Dustin laughed bitterly, disappointed. It didn't matter who was wrong; she clearly favored her brother.

"Dustin, I'll give you another chance. Go to the hospital and apologize to James, and I'll pretend nothing happened. Otherwise…"

"Otherwise what?" Dustin retorted. "Are you going to call the police, or hire hitmen?"

"Dustin! Are you throwing away my goodwill?" Dahlia snapped.

"Goodwill? Are you sure? Anyway, I did beat him up. Do what you will."

Dustin hung up, cutting off Dahlia's retort. She almost threw her phone in anger. Dahlia excelled at hiding her emotions, a key to her success, but now struggled.

"How rude. Ms. Nicholson, should I arrange for someone to teach him a lesson?" Lyra asked.

"No need. We're done." Dahlia took a deep breath.

"But…" Lyra began, but Dahlia stopped her.

"Enough. I have more important matters, like the charity ball with the Harmon family."

"The charity ball? Our partners?"

"Right. The Harmon family shortlisted the Quine Group. Success at the ball could make us their next partners!"

"Great! I'll make the arrangements!"

After the call, Dustin arrived at Swinton Primary Hospital. Natasha took him to a VIP ward where an old man lay pale and weak, his breathing shallow. Several doctors surrounded him, looking pessimistic.

"Natasha! You're finally here. These doctors are useless!"

Ruth Harmon, the Harmon family's second daughter, ran up to them. The old man was her grandfather, Andrew Harmon.

"Ms. Harmon, we've done all we can," a doctor said helplessly.

"If you can't, let someone else try," Natasha said coldly.

"Mr. Rhys will take over."

"Mr. Rhys?" The doctors looked surprised. Dustin seemed too young.

"Are you kidding, Natasha? He looks my age! Is he really a doctor?" Ruth asked, shocked.

"Don't judge a book by its cover. Mr. Anderson recommended him. I trust him," Natasha said, though uncertain herself.

"Could Mr. Anderson have been conned?" Ruth remained doubtful. "Hey, are you really a doctor?"

"I know a little about medicine," Dustin replied.

"A little?" Ruth scoffed. "Only the best doctors are allowed here. None could help, and you think you can?"

"Ruth! Watch your manners!" Natasha scolded.

"He doesn't look reliable! I'm worried he'll make Grandfather worse!" Ruth insisted.

"Watch your words," Natasha frowned.

"I won't believe him unless he proves himself," Ruth said defiantly.

"How should I prove myself?" Dustin asked nonchalantly.

"Tell me what ails me. If you're correct, I'll believe you!"

"Really?"

"What's wrong? Scared? If you can't, leave!" Ruth snorted.

"Show me your tongue," Dustin said.

Ruth complied. Dustin examined it.

"Your hormones are imbalanced, causing irregular periods and migraines. You also show signs of food poisoning affecting your digestive system. You've had diarrhea, haven't you? Oh, and hemorrhoids…"

Ruth grew increasingly tense as Dustin continued his diagnosis.