When Dustin returned to Enchanting Villa, it was already dusk, but Edmund
was nowhere to be found. Dustin found it suspicious. Typically, Edmund w
ould already have dinner prepared by this time. With how considerate he w
as, he would even inform Dustin in advance when he had to leave the house
.
Just as he was wondering about the situation, his phone rang. It was from
Abigail.
"Dustin! Things are bad. Something happened to my dad!" Dustin could tell
she was anxious as soon as she spoke.
"What happened?" Dustin turned serious.
"The hospital just
called. They said my dad was beaten up so badly he almost died," Abigail
replied.
Dustin's brows furrowed slightly. "Edmund treats everyone with kindness.
Why would he suddenly be beaten up?"
Edmund was always cautious and reserved, and he interacted with people wi
th an apologetic smile on his face. Logically speaking, he
wasn't the type to engage in conflicts or make enemies.
"I'm not sure about the details. I'm on the way to the hospital."
"Which hospital?"
'Pinevale Hospital."
"Okay, I'll be right there." Dustin left the house right after he hung up
.
Within 20 minutes, he had arrived at the hospital. In one of the wards,
Edmund appeared lifeless. He was covered in bandages, leaving only his fa
ce exposed.
Abigail was pacing in the ward, at a loss. After all, she was only a 17–
year–
old high school student. She had never encountered a situation of such ma
gnitude. It was inevitable for her to panic when her only relative was le
ft in such a state.
"Abigail, how's Mr. Robinson?" Dustin suddenly stormed into the ward.
"Dustin, You're finally here!" It felt like she had found her pillar of s
upport.
She said in a rush, "The doctor said my dad has multiple fractures and da
maged organs. His whole body is also covered in all kinds of wounds. It's
suspected that my dad was tortured."
"Tortured?" Dustin frowned. "Have you guys offended anyone before?"
"No!" Abigail shook her head immediately. "My dad is an honest though tim
id man. He's never offended
anyone."
Dustin was silent. He approached Edmund and took a seat before feeling fo
r his pulse. The next second, his expression darkened. Although Edmund's
injuries were not life–
threatening, the perpetrator had used extremely cruel means. They had del
iberately avoided striking vital points, ensuring that their victim would
endure excruciating pain.
Someone who could perform such an act was either harboring a deep grudge
or just purely sadistic.
"Mr. Robinson, can you hear me?" Dustin asked softly.
Edmund's eyes fluttered before opening slowly. His voice was hoarse and w
eak. "Mr… Rhys."
"Mr. Robinson, don't worry. I will make sure you get better." His express
ion turned solemn. "I'm going to ask you a few questions. You need to ans
wer me honestly."
"Okay Edmund nodded as much as he could.
"Who made you like this?" Dustin went straight to the point.
"I don't know. I went to the Hill family residence today to deliver the m
edicinal wine. But someone deliberately made things difficult for me and
made me go through hell." Edmund spoke with difficulty. A glint
of fear flashed through his eyes.
"Medicinal wine?"