"Why'd you bring him here for, Natasha?" Jessica frowned
as she probed. Natasha replied calmly. "This is my turf, I can bring over
whoever I like. Anyways, I've already found a good fit for the position
of chief physician, and it's Mr. Dustin!" "What?!" Everyone exclaimed in
shock when she announced that. "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 of the line, 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
by her response. Ruth interrupted and clamored to her feet 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 mom, I believe you've met her before. And this man here is my cousin,
Quentin Harmon." "A pleasure to meet the both of you," Dustin responded
politely with a few nods, with no hint of being condescending at all. "So
you're the pretty boy who keeps clinging on to Natasha like a leech?"
Quentin sneered after looking Dustin up and down. His gaze was full of
disdain toward him. It was as if he was looking at ants crawling beneath
his feet. Quentin's holler–than–thou attitude caused Dustin to raise an
eyebrow, but he quickly returned to his normal resting face. "Didn't I
ask a question? Why aren't you saying anything?" Quentin taunted and
lifted his chin as if to Intimidate Dustin. "I'm afraid I didn't quite
catch that, Mr. Harmon," Dustin replied in the calmest manner he could
muster. "You sure you didn't catch that, or are you trying to play dumb
with me right now?" Quentin egged him on before letting out a sharp sigh.
"Fine, I'll reword my question then. Did you kill Tilda Snider?" "I did,
but-" Before Dustin could explain himself, he was interrupted by
Quentin's booming voice, "Great! Since you've already admitted to the
crime, that makes my job a whole lot easier now. I'll see to it that
Tilda, one of the pillars in the Harmon household, doesn't die in vain!"
he proclaimed. Immediately after that, he brought out an urn and slammed
it on the table. "Now, I want you to look at her ashes and bow your
fucking head down as an apology to her!" "What?" Dustin frowned in
confusion. Quentin had shown his disdain before this, but now, it was
obvious that he was planning to outright humiliate him in front of
everyone. "Do you have a few screws loose or something? Are you sure that
the Tilda Snider you're referring to is the Chapter 112
same one who betrayed the Harmons and also plotted to assassinate Ms.
Harmon here? Are you saying that I should've spared her?" Dustin
questioned. "Who are you to decide if she gets killed or not! 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 anyways?!" Quentin barked out. Dustin merely let out an
exasperated chuckle after hearing his bullshit speech. Not only did he
not receive any thanks for helping the Harmons dispose of their traitors,
but now he was even about to get punished for it? What an eye–opening way
to show one's 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 in an overbearing manner. After all, he was but a
tiny ant to him, he could step on it as much as he wanted. "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 as he narrowed his eyes. He had a wicked glint
in his eyes. "Tsk! Now you're just asking for it!" Quentin exploded in
rage and slammed his fists on the table and the sound of a teacup
shattering beneath his feet could be heard. "Quentin Harmon! If you dare
so much as to touch even a single hair on Dustin, I'll be the one to
break your legs instead!" Natasha screamed in fury as she marched toward
them.