When Dustin returned to Peaceful Medical Center, everything that had been
smashed and damaged had been cleaned up.
The whole clinic was like new again.
Dahlia was sleeping on the table, leaning on it with a slightly haggard l
ook on her beautiful face and eyebrows slightly furrowed.
Looking at her. Dustin felt a complicated mix of emotions and couldn't he
lp but feel grateful. After all, she had saved Gregory's life.
He took off his coat and draped it over Dahlia.
"Mmm?"
Dahlia
trembled all over and instantly woke up. "You're back? Are you hurt?"
"I'm fine, thank you for today," Dustin said politely.
"Don't mention it; it's only right for me to take care of Mr. Jones when
he's injured," Dahlia said, pursing her
lips.
"Have you eaten? Are you hungry?"
"A little."
"You want your usual, spaghetti bolognese?"
"Mmm, thank you."
"Wait a moment." Without much ado, Dustin walked into the kitchen and beg
an to skillfully cook the dish.
In the three years of their marriage, whenever Dahlia came back late and
hungry, he would prepare a midnight
snack for her. Especially spaghetti bolognese; she never got tired of it.
But at some point, the distance between them grew farther and farther, an
d their relationship became more
and more estranged. Eventually, they ended up divorcing.
"Here's your spaghetti." About 15 minutes later, Dustin brought up a stea
ming plate of spaghetti bolognese.
"Mmm, it smells so good." Dahlia sniffed, immediately digging in.
In no time, she had finished the bowl of pasta, even drinking up all the
sauce.
"The taste is amazing. It seems like your cooking skills have improved."
Dahlia gave a rare smile.
"Maybe it's just that you haven't eaten it in a long time," Dustin said s
uddenly.
"Is that so? Maybe." Dahlia's gaze became a little dim.
Unknowingly, three years had passed.
Over time, many things that had once been routine had become second natur
e to Dahlia. She had grown
accustomed to having someone bring her warm clothes when the weather turn
ed cold, to having someone
cook for her whenever she felt hungry, and to having someone by her side
when she was ill.
But when those routines changed, she found herself at a loss.
"Dustin, will we…be able to return to what we were before?" After a momen
t of silence, Dahlia suddenly asked.
Dustin, who was about to wash the dishes, froze for a moment and was spee
chless for a while.
Could they go back to the past?
Maybe a while back, they could have. At one point, he even wished that sh
e would say so.
But now…
"Ring ring ring!" At that moment, a phone started ringing.
Dustin put down his fork and answered, greeted by a gentle and crisp voic
e.
"Hey honey, where are you? Do you want to come out for a late–
night snack together? This is a great
opportunity for you to get me drunk."
"Uh…I can't go tonight. Gregory's not feeling well, I have to stay home a
nd take care of him," Dustin replied
awkwardly.
"Gregory is sick? Then I'll come over right away!" Natasha said anxiously
.
"No need, it's just a minor illness, nothing serious," Dustin quickly res
ponded.
"Gregory is getting old. We shouldn't be careless about it. How about thi
s, I'll send someone over tomorrow to
help take care of him."
"That's too much trouble. I can take care of him myself."
"You're a big man, clumsy, and prone to making mistakes; you'll inevitabl
y overlook something. I'll send an experienced caretaker over to take car
e of Gregory's daily needs, and that's settled!" Natasha declared, leavin
g
no room for argument.
"Alright then." After thinking about it, Dustin finally agreed.
Having someone around to accompany Gregory would make it safer to avoid a
ny further accidents.
"Oh, by the way, there's one more thing. Immortunol has already made a na
me for itself, but if we want to sell it everywhere, we'll need to find a
few agents. Tomorrow, I'll be holding an open recruitment at Mirage. You
, as
the major shareholder, can't be absent," Natasha said.
"Okay, I'll definitely be there tomorrow." After hanging up the phone, Du
stin met a pair of resentful eyes.
"That was Natasha who just called, right? Talking on the phone so late at
night, it seems like your relationship with her is not ordinary." Dahlia
said in a sour tone.
"We're just-"
"Enough! You don't need to
explain anything to me. I'm not interested in listening. Take care of Gre
gory well, I'll go back to rest," Dahlia said, getting up and leaving bef
ore Dustin could even respond.
Dustin shook his head; he was rendered speechless by Dahlia's behavior.
What was that all about?
The following morning, the council hall at Mirage was packed with people
who had gathered for the distributorship of Immortunol. Ever since the pr
ess conference held by the Harmon family, news of the popular medicine ha
d spread across Swinton, and many wealthy people were looking to get a pi
ece of the action.
As Matt and Julie walked in, Matt turned to Julie and asked, "Can that Ha
rvey guy really help me get a distributorship?"
"Of course! Harvey is a key member of Harmon Pharmaceuticals, and he has
influential people supporting him. If he's willing to help, it's a guaran
tee!" Julie replied confidently.
"Fantastic! I'll make sure to show my appreciation generously after the d
eal is done," Matt replied, feeling energized.
The Laney family was struggling, and they desperately needed a way to rev
ive their fortunes. Immortunol was that chance. Therefore, this was an op
portunity that could not be missed!
"Matt, you're too kind. A small favor like this is nothing." Julie smiled
.
As Julie was speaking, she suddenly frowned. "What is that piece of trash
, Dustin, doing here?"
Matt followed her gaze and saw Dustin's face, feeling a sense of irritati
on as he remembered their encounter a few days ago.
Since they had bumped into Dustin today, they needed to humiliate him som
ehow.
"Let's have some fun with him." Matt said coldly to Julie, then walked to
wards Dustin.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't Rhys! Are you also trying to be a distribu
tor for Harmon?"
"Rhys? He's nothing but a piece of trash! Why would the Harmon family wor
k with someone like him without any qualifications?" Julie added
sarcastically.
"I don't have the qualifications? Do you have the qualifications to work
with the Harmon family then?" Dustin sneered.
"Why wouldn't we? The manager here, Harvey, is like a brother to me. As l
ong as I say the word, it will be easy to get the distributorship!" Julie
replied arrogantly.
Dustin shook his head and replied, "Really? I don't think that would be t
he case. I believe the Harmon family won't give you the distributorship."
"What? You say they won't give it to us, and they won't? Who
do you think you are?!" Julie sneered.
Dustin smiled faintly and said, "Me? I'm the chief physician of the
Rhys family, and I'm also the major shareholder of Immortunol,"