At noon, after settling the issue with the dealer, Dustin returned to Pea
ceful Medical Center.
However, as soon as he walked in, he realized that there was an additiona
l person there–an 18–year–old girl
with a sweet face.
Her hair was tied in a ponytail, and she was dressed casually. She
was cleaning the medical center, and sweat poured down her face from how
hard she was working.
Meanwhile, Gregory was passed out on a recliner, snoring in his sleep. He
was covered in a blanket, which
was rare.
"Mr. Rhys, you're back?" When the girl saw Dustin, she immediately stood
up straight and greeted him, looking
nervous.
"Who are you?" Dustin found the situation rather strange.
"I'm
Caitlyn Lawler. Ms. Harmon sent me here to take care of Mr. Jones," the g
irl replied, nodding her head in
greeting.
"A–
are you of age?" Dustin was a little taken aback. He thought Natasha was
going to send a middle–aged
housekeeper, not a young teenager.
"I am! I'm already 18 years old!" Caitlyn nodded her head fervently.
"Miss, I still think you're too young. At your age, you should be in scho
ol." Dustin shook his head.
It was just a casual statement, but after Caitlyn heard it, she actually
fell straight to her knees.
"Mr. Rhys, I'm begging you to not fire me! I'm very capable. I can do lau
ndry, cook, and clean. No matter how tiring or tedious the task may be. I
'm willing to do it. Don't be fooled by my thin figure: I'm actually very
strong. Not to mention, I eat very little, so I
definitely won't be a burden to you!"
"Huh?" Dustin was stunned by the sudden outburst. She was fine earlier, s
o why was she on her knees right
now?
"Mr. Rhys, I'm begging you! If I do anything poorly, you can scold me and
hit me as you wish. I can take anything. So please, don't fire me!"
As she spoke, she smacked her head on
the floor over and over again. After a few harsh knocks, her forehead.
began to bleed as her skin scraped the hard floor.
"Foolish girl, what are you
doing?" Dustin was shocked at the scene before him.
He immediately helped her up and comforted her. "I wasn't trying to
fire you, I was just worried that the work
would be too hard on you."
"It's not hard at all… Caitlyn shook her head profusely.
With teary eyes, she said, "It would be the blessing of a lifetime to be
able to serve you and Mr. Jones. I'm not
afraid of hard work. If you don't mind, Mr. Rhys, then I am willing to be
come your laborer!"
"Caitlyn, is there something that you're too embarrassed to share?" Dusti
n tried asking.
"Nothing of that sort. It's completely voluntary on my part." Caitlyn exp
lained hastily.
"I was orphaned when I was young. It was Ms. Harmon who saved me and help
ed me survive this long. I dare not ask for too much; all I want is
to be able to repay Ms. Harmon. I'm very stupid; I don't know anything bu
t hard labor. I hope you won't detest me for it, Mr. Rhys."
Seeing the person in front of him look so terrified and pitiful, Dustin l
et out a sigh. He couldn't help but feel pity
for her. She was at the peak of her youth and knew how to tug on people's
heartstrings.
"Caitlyn, since you want to stay, then stay," Dustin responded in a gentl
e voice.
"Thank you, Mr. Rhys! Thank you!" Caitlyn got on her knees and began bowi
ng again, knocking her head on the
floor once more.
Dustin instantly pulled her to her feet. Feigning sternness, he warned, "
Caitlyn, you may stay, but we must set some rules. From
today onward, you're not allowed to kneel before anyone!"
"Okay, I'll remember that!" Caitlyn promised cheerfully.
"From today onward, you belong to the Peaceful Medical Center. If anyone
dares bully you, you just have to tell
me." Dustin said, smiling softly.
"Okay!"
"Alright. Go get some rest; you don't need to work now."
"Okay" Caitlyn nodded again. Despite agreeing, she still didn't dare rema
in idle and continued to wipe the tables and clean up the medical center
instead.
Dustin felt helpless, but he didn't stop her.