After struggling for half an hour, everyone finally managed to drink the
antidote. Although they were still weak and
pale, their lives were no longer in danger.
By the time they were finished, Natasha collapsed on
the floor, worn out, and Dustin heaved a sigh of relief.
It was fortunate that he had so many drugs on hand, or there'd be no way
he could deal with so many poisoned patients.
"Thank God you're here, Dustin, or our family would have been done for."
Hector pulled himself up, his face full of gratitude. The Harmon family h
ad nearly been wiped out.
"You're welcome, Mr. Harmon. I just did what I had to." Dustin replied, w
aving his arm.
"Uncle Hector, don't you find this suspicious?" Quentin suddenly asked. "
Why does this guy have the antidote?"
"What are you implying?" Hector frowned.
"Everyone who joined the gathering is either from our family or our estee
med guests. Everyone knows each other very well, while this guy is merely
a stranger," Quentin said, locking suspiciously at Dustin.
"Are you saying
I'm the one who poisoned you?" Dustin narrowed his eyes.
"Hmmph! Someone from the inside was involved in this incident. You were a
ble to correctly identify the cause and provide the antidote. Shouldn't w
e be suspicious of you?" Quentin asked.
"Stop spouting nonsense! Why would he save you
if he was the traitor?" Natasha yelled.
"To earn our trust, obviously!" Quentin answered confidently. "He orchest
rated this entire thing. He first poisoned us before saving us with the a
ntidote. This is not the first time I'm seeing such dirty tactics!"
His words immediately drew everyone's attention to Dustin, their gazes co
nveying various emotions. Wariness. Distrust. Confusion. Anger.
After some thinking, they realized what Quentin said was logical. After a
ll, everyone present had a vested interest and knew each other inside out
, and the only stranger was Dustin, which made it hard not to suspect
him.
"How absurd!" Natasha cried indignantly. "Quentin Harmon! Dustin
saved your life just now, but you're accusing him wrongfully? What kind o
f person are you?"
"I'm just trying to help everyone figure out who the mole is," Quentin re
plied unapologetically.
"Fine! You said that Dustin is the traitor. Where's the proof?" Natasha d
emanded.
"Isn't all this proof enough?" Quentin sneered. "All of us were poisoned,
but he was completely fine, so who else could it be?"
His words caused an uproar.
"He's right! All of us were poisoned except that guy. How fishy!"
"Exactly. I was wondering why he was fine, but he turned out to be the pe
rson who poisoned us!*
"What a treacherous man! Why on earth did I even thank him for? Ugh!"
Everyone's opinion about Dustin began to sway under Quentin's prodding. I
nstead of appreciative gazes, all Dustin received now were furious glares
.
Hearsay sure was dangerous. In no time, Dustin found himself labeled guil
ty.
"Shut up!" Natasha yelled, infuriated.
"Are you guys crazy? Dustin saved you, but instead of thanking him, you'r
e pointing your fingers at him? Unbelievable!"
"Natasha, this is a serious matter. I think we should look into this issu
e properly." Trent suddenly spoke.
"I agree!" Jacob shouted abruptly. "I say we arrest and interrogate him f
or everyone's safety!"
"Arrest him! Arrest him!" the Harmon family chanted agitatedly.
It was as if Dustin had suddenly turned into a criminal.