Chapter 403

Dustin accepted the cup with both hands and said, "Mr. Robinson, I'm afra

id I'll have to trouble you for the next

few days."

"It's no

trouble. It's what I should do." Edmund Robinson smiled. "Ms. Harmon save

d me before, and my family is hugely grateful for her. Any opportunity to

repay Ms. Harmon is my honor."

"Really? I didn't know Natasha was so

beloved," Dustin said with a chuckle.

"Why, of course!" Edmund said, his voice

tinged with pride. "I watched Ms. Harmon grow up. No one can say anything

about her character–no one in Millsburg can measure up to her!"

"I can tell." Dustin nodded, smiling.

"Mr. Rhys, look at me. I was

all focused on chatting that I almost forgot to do my job. Have you eaten

? Please wait a moment while I whip something up." Edmund said, hurrying

into the kitchen and getting to work.

He looked like a proper househusband.

Dustin smiled softly. Sipping at the tea in his hand, he surveyed his sur

roundings.

The villa consisted of two floors, complete with furniture and electrical

appliances. Although it wasn't the most luxurious, it was immaculate. It

looked rather homey.

"Hey, who are you? Who let you in here?!" At that moment, a high–

pitched scream came from the door.

Dustin turned around to find a young girl wearing a short skirt watching

him carefully. She looked to be

about eighteen years old. Her features were very delicate, and she wore s

ome light makeup. Her

hair was dyed a bright blue, and she was chewing gum in her mouth, giving

off a cool girl impression.

"I'm talking to you. Are you mute!" the blue–haired girl shouted.

"Abigail, don't be rude!" When Edmund heard the commotion, he immediately

ran out and smiled. apologetically. "Mr. Rhys, this is my daughter, Abig

ail Robinson. I spoil her too much, so please don't hold it

against her."

"It's nothing. This is a normal reaction to seeing a stranger in your hou

se," Dustin said with a slight smile.

"Hmph, I don't know where you picked up this random person from!" Abigail

said with a cold expression,

disgust evident in her eyes.

"Silly girl, what are you saying? This is Mr. Rhys, a respected guest of

the Harmons!" Edmund glared.

"Fine, fine. I'm too lazy to deal with your bullshit. I'm going out with

my friends later, so give me some money!" Abigail stretched out her hand

demandingly.

"You're going out again?" Edmund frowned. "Abigail, your exams are right

around the corner. How can you go out every night?"

"It's not like I'll get into a good college anyway. Does it matter if I h

ave some fun?" Abigail said indifferently.

"It's not a matter of whether you get into a good college, but it's a mat

ter of your attitude. Can't you let me

worry less?" Edmund said, exasperated.

h, you're so annoying. Every time I ask for some money, you give me this

nonsense. If you want to give me money, then give it to me. If you don't,

then forget it!" Abigail said impatiently. She slammed the door shut and

stormed off.

"That girl Edmund said angrily, but he couldn't do anything. "Mr. Rhys, I

'm sorry you had to see that." "It's alright. She's in her teens–

it's understandable that she's a bit rebellious," Dustin said understandi

ngly.

"Oh no, my pan!" Edmund suddenly remembered what he'd forgotten and dashe

d into the kitchen.

After half an hour, a scrumptious feast was served. Dustin took a bite. T

he flavor was amazing.

"Mr. Rhys, do you mind if I put some food aside? Abigail will probably be

hungry when she gets home tonight," Edmund said tentatively.

"Of course, it's no problem." Dustin smiled, "Mr. Robinson, you don't hav

e to be

so reserved. You're the host: do whatever you want. Don't mind me."

"Thank you, Mr. Rhys!" Edmund said gratefully. Then, he set aside a bit o

f every dish. He didn't dare take out too big of a portion. Afterward, he

wrapped it in cling wrap carefully.

At that moment, a neighbor suddenly bolted inside in a panic, screaming,

"Edmund, it's bad! Something happened to your daughter!"