Chapter 112

  "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.