Chapter 1361: A Month of Nightmare
"Stop! Who are you?"
As soon as Dustin and his companions got out of the car, the two guards at the entrance of the Langford Mansion became alert.
"I want to see Mr. Ethan Langford. Go inside and announce it," Dustin calmly stated.
"Is the head of the Langford family someone you can see just because you want to? Submit a formal request tomorrow and wait for a response," the left guard replied coldly.
Dustin didn't waste words and gestured.
Maximus quickly understood and dragged Eddie out of the car, tossing him onto the ground in front of the gate.
"Fourth Young Master?"
The two guards took a closer look and their expressions changed instantly. "Who are you people? How dare you lay hands on someone from the Langford family? You have quite the audacity!"
"Tell Mr. Ethan Langford that an old friend has come to visit," Dustin said emotionlessly.
"Hurry... inform my uncle..." Eddie weakly cried out from the ground.
The two guards exchanged glances, not daring to hesitate. One of them maintained their guard while the other immediately rushed back inside to report.
Three minutes later, a group of fully armed guards, with an imposing aura, surrounded Dustin and his group.
"Who wants to see me?" At this moment, a middle-aged man with a sturdy build and a trimmed beard came out, hands behind his back.
The man had a square face, thick eyebrows, and large eyes. He had an imposing presence without appearing angry.
Behind him, there were two elderly men with white hair, one fat and one thin. Both looked unassuming but had an inscrutable air about them.
With just one glance, Maximus felt chills down his spine and broke out in a cold sweat.
"Uncle... Uncle, save me!"
Eddie saw his uncle and cried out as if he had seen a savior. His wails were filled with despair.
"Who dares to harm someone from my Langford family?" Ethan's first gaze was fixed on Eddie. His hair was disheveled, his face was swollen and bloody, and he appeared in a pitiful state. "Who has the audacity to do this?!"
Ethan's face remained composed, but his gaze was sharp.
"Uncle, it's him! He's the one who attacked me!" Eddie staggered forward, pointed at Dustin, and cried out, "This kid is audacious and reckless. Not only did he cause trouble at the Comcast Club, but he also severely injured me. This time, you must help me seek justice!"
"Hmm?" Ethan followed the direction of Eddie's pointing finger, ready to assert his authority. However, he suddenly froze in shock, his eyes bulging in disbelief.
"Is... it you?" Confronted with the familiar face, Ethan's composure was shattered.
Several months ago, he had attended his nephewDustinis's engagement celebration in Swinston. During that time, he had experienced a month of nightmares and still trembled at the memories. He never expected that the source of those nightmares would show up at his doorstep. What was the purpose of this visit?
Was he seeking revenge for the past? Settling a score forDustinis's failed marriage?
Ethan Langford panicked, beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead.
Dustin's reputation as a devil-may-care figure was notorious. He was someone even the imperial family had to tread carefully around. Even after ten years, the power of the WestDustincozia Palace still loomed large, and Dustin remained a figure to be feared.
If this visit meant trouble for the Langfords family, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"Mr. Ethan Langford, it's good to see you again," Dustin said with a faint smile.
Ethan's eyes twitched, and for a moment, he didn't know how to respond.
Before him stood a man who was known far and wide as a harbinger of misfortune—Logan Rhys.
Even royal relatives had to be wary of him, and he was a figure everyone feared. If he were to cause trouble at the Langfords family, the consequences would be dire.
"Uncle Ethan, why are you still hesitating? This kid attacked me, so you should deal with him immediately!" Unaware of the situation, Eddie continued to clamor. "Kid, how dare you act so arrogantly at the entrance of the Langford family? You're truly seeking your own death! This time next year will be your death anniversary!"
Chapter 1362: State of Shock
"Shut up!"
Ethan's scalp exploded, and he slapped Eddie heavily on the face.
"Smack!"
This slap was extremely powerful, and it sent Eddie flying, causing him to fall flat on his face.
Seeing this scene, everyone was dumbfounded.
They all widened their eyes, finding it hard to believe.
What's going on?
Someone came to cause trouble, isn't the patriarch supposed to punish the troublemaker?
How come he just slapped Eddie instead?
Could it be a case of mistaken identity?
"Uncle?"
Eddie was bewildered, lying on the ground, holding his stinging face, feeling at a loss, "Why... why did you hit me?"
"You ungrateful thing! I'm hitting you!"
Ethan was furious, and as he walked up, he delivered a barrage of punches and kicks while scolding, "You idle around all day, bully men and women, cause trouble everywhere, with someone like you in the Langford family, you're a great disgrace! Today, I'll teach you a lesson for your father!"
"Ouch... please, stop... Uncle, I know I was wrong..."
Eddie covered his head with both hands, crying out miserably.
People around were once again dumbfounded, looking at each other in astonishment.
Why did the patriarch suddenly become so violent?
Normally, when Eddie caused trouble, he would, at most, scold him a bit, but today, what's going on? He not only didn't blame Dustin, but also beat his nephew so badly?
This is too brutal!
"What's going on?"
Carlos and Roselyn, who had just arrived by car, were also shocked by the scene in front of them.
In their view, the reason Dustin came to Langford's Mansion must have been to apologize and beg for his life.
However, they never expected that after Mr. Ethan Langford came out, he not only didn't blame Dustin, but also beat his nephew so brutally.
What kind of operation is this?
"Are important figures all into bizarre stuff?"
"This is strange, did the Langford family take the wrong medicine?"
Hazel sat in the car, watching from a distance, with an astonished expression.
The events of tonight were completely unexpected.
"Mr. Ethan, after all, he's your nephew, please go a little easier, just beat him half to death at random," Dustin smiled and said.
Ethan's face twitched, and he became even more enthusiastic.
Eddie!
Uncle is also helpless, if you could just endure it for a bit, it would be over soon.
As expected, under Ethan's brutal beating, Eddie soon passed out.
"Chief, please stop, another blow might take a life," someone nearby couldn't bear to watch.
"Humph! Creatures like this need to be properly taught!"
Ethan Langford scolded while stopping his actions. Then he waved his hand and ordered, "Someone, take this creature away for me, watch him carefully, heal his injuries, and then administer family punishment!"
With his command, the half-dead Eddie was finally carried away.
Blood was everywhere along the way.
"Apologies to both of you."
Ethan Langford turned to Dustin and forced a smile, "I didn't discipline him properly, which led to his trouble. If there's anything offensive, please forgive me."
"Mr. Ethan, please don't misunderstand, I'm not here to demand retribution. I just want to talk to you," Dustin smiled.
"Talk?"
Ethan Langford swallowed hard.
He silently wondered, what's there to talk about? What's your background? Don't you feel embarrassed at all?
What kind of ending can you have hanging out with him?
Despite his internal criticism, he forced a smile and said, "No problem, no problem, please come inside."
"Thank you."
Dustin nodded slightly, then, with Maximus, confidently walked into the Langford Mansion.
Outside, Carlos, Roselyn, and Hazel were left in a state of shock.
Chapter 1363: Three Reasons
Inside the Langford Mansion, in the reception room.
"Everyone, get out. Without my orders, no one is allowed to enter," Ethan Langford gestured, dismissing all his subordinates and servants.
"Maximus, go to the side hall and rest for a while. I have some things to discuss with Mr. Ethan," Dustin signaled.
"Sure."
Maximus nodded and quickly left.
As the doors closed, the entire reception room was left with only Ethan Langford and Dustin Rhys.
"Heh, Young Prince Rhys, why have you come?" With everyone gone, Ethan immediately dropped his pretense.
Dustin's identity was sensitive, representing the WestDustincozia Royal Family. As a high-ranking court official, meeting the heir of the WestDustincozia Royal Family privately would lead to rumors and accusations, and could even be labeled as a traitor.
"What? Is Mr. Ethan Langford not welcoming me?" Dustin smirked.
Nonsense! How could I welcome you, this harbinger of bad luck? Unless I'm out of my mind!
Ethan roared internally, but maintained a brilliant smile on his face. "Where would I have the audacity to say that? I'm just pleasantly surprised by your esteemed presence. With your distinguished status and visit, you've truly brought glory to my humble abode."
"Is that so?" Dustin poured himself a cup of tea and casually poured one for Ethan as well.
The latter, filled with trepidation, carefully held the cup with both hands, trying not to spill a drop.
"In fact, I was planning to visit you a little later, but since fate has brought us together, I decided to come a few days early," Dustin smiled.
Ethan mentally cursed Eddie's ancestors several times over but maintained a respectful facade. "Where could I possibly refuse a visit from Young Prince? I'm honored by your esteemed presence, and your early visit has truly illuminated my humble abode."
"Is that so?"
Dustin took a sip of tea and smiled, "I have three main reasons for coming."
Ethan, still trembling internally, put on a facade of excitement. "Please, Young Prince, share your thoughts."
"The first reason is that I've just arrived in Stonia, and my funds are a bit tight. I hope Mr. Ethan can provide some assistance," Dustin said with a smile.
Ethan heaved a sigh of relief, thinking it was just about money. "Of course, I'll immediately arrange for funds. Would three billion be enough? If not, I can gather more."
Dustin raised an eyebrow, amused by Ethan's eager response. "Three billion should sufficient. Thank you for your generosity."
"Mr. Ethan, I have a principle; I don't like to live off others indefinitely. Cash will eventually run out. It's better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish. What do you think?" Dustin maintained his smile.
"Hmm?" Ethan was taken aback and cautiously asked, "Young Prince, if you don't want money, then what do you want?"
"Comcast Club is the property of the Langford family, right? I've heard it's quite profitable. How about you give Comcast Club to me?" Dustin proposed.
"Comcast Club?" Ethan's pupils shrank, and his heart began to race.
This guy was asking for the moon!
Comcast Club was the largest casino in the South City District, with an annual net profit starting at a billion. For the Langford family, it was a golden goose laying eggs.
The fact that this guy didn't want money but specifically targeted Comcast Club was simply insidious!
"The Langford family is financially robust. A small place like Comcast Club shouldn't be an issue, right?" Dustin smiled.
Not an issue? It's amazing you can even say that!
You devil who doesn't spit out bones after eating people!
Ethan felt a sharp pain as if his flesh was being torn, but he had to force a smile and said, "Since Young Prince likes it, there's no harm in giving Comcast Club to you."
"Mr. Ethan is truly generous. I appreciate it in advance," Dustin nodded in gratitude.
"Young Prince, you're too kind; it's only natural," Ethan replied with twitching lips.
"Mr. Ethan, the second matter is quite simple. You just need to help me find two specific medicinal herbs," Dustin held up two fingers.
"Oh?" Ethan's eyes lit up, fearing that Dustin might change his mind, he eagerly responded, "This is an easy task. Even if you need two hundred medicinal herbs, it wouldn't be a problem if you asked, Young Prince!"
Chapter 1364: Unexpected Fear
"Two hundred plants aren't necessary, I only need two," Dustin smiled.
"I wonder which two medicinal herbs Young Prince requires? I'll immediately have someone search for them," Ethan replied as he sipped his tea.
"Oh, it's quite simple. I need one Ice Heart Lotus and one Golden Marrow Jade," Dustin casually stated.
"Pff!"
Hearing this, Ethan spat out the tea he had just drunk and displayed an exaggerated expression of shock. "Young Prince, did I hear you correctly? Did you just ask for an Ice Heart Lotus and a Golden Marrow Jade?"
"Correct," Dustin nodded.
The reason he proposed this condition in front of Ethan was mainly due to his concern that the Torby family's efficiency might be too slow. Uncle Lorenzo was in critical condition and couldn't afford to wait too long. With the help of the Langford family, things should proceed more quickly.
"Young Prince, do you know that these two herbs are extremely rare and valuable spiritual medicines?" Ethan's voice trembled.
"Spiritual medicines are spiritual medicines, but I believe they shouldn't be much for the Langford family, right?" Dustin smiled.
"Not much? Are you kidding me!" Ethan almost couldn't contain his urge to curse.
First, he asked for Comcast Club, which was like asking for a fortune, and now he wanted two priceless spiritual medicines, which were extremely difficult to obtain, especially in perfect quality.
Was he trying to empty the Langford family's coffers?
"Young Prince, if these herbs could be bought with money, it would be fine. However, these rare spiritual medicines are hard to come by. I'm not sure where to begin searching for them in the short term," Ethan said, looking troubled.
"Others might not be able to, but I believe Mr. Ethan Langford can," Dustin took another sip of tea.
"This..." Ethan frowned and didn't dare to speak further.
"Mr. Ethan, have you ever heard of the Rhys family's massacre that happened twelve years ago?" Dustin unexpectedly brought up.
Ethan's eyelids twitched, and his body tensed involuntarily, but he remained calm on the surface. "I've heard some rumors about it. May I ask why Young Prince mentioned this?"
"Nothing, I'm just curious," Dustin said with deep meaning. "The Rhys family, dozens of people killed in one night, the Grand Judicial Court investigated for many years, but still no results. Who do you think the murderer might be?"
As he spoke, his gaze was fixed on Ethan, and the fiery look in his eyes sent shivers down Ethan's spine, making his scalp tingle.
"This kid, could he possibly know something? No! That's impossible! The Langford family handled the matter very discreetly back then, leaving no witnesses or loose ends. It couldn't have leaked out. But the problem is, how would Logan Rhys suddenly bring it up if he didn't know anything? Thinking about this, Ethan couldn't help but swallow hard, and cold sweat began to break out. The Rhys family massacre was of great significance. Once exposed, it would be a fatal blow to the Langford family!
"Mr. Ethan, back to the main topic, is there any problem with the matter of the medicinal herbs?" Dustin smiled ambiguously.
The WestDustincozia Royal Family not only collected rare books from around the world but also held a lot of incriminating evidence about high-ranking officials and nobility.
The Langford family's dark secret was the Rhys family massacre.
"Of course, there's no problem," Ethan forced a smile. "It's an honor for our Langford family to assist Young Prince."
"Thank you for your kind assistance, Mr. Ethan."
Dustin nodded slightly and continued, "Now, let's talk about the last matter... To be honest, the reason I came to the capital this time is to fulfill a long-cherished wish. However, my current abilities are limited, so I need Mr. Ethan's help."
"Please don't hesitate to tell me, Young Prince. If there's anything you need, just give your orders," Ethan said, still with a lingering fear.
"It's very simple. I want the Langford family to secretly investigate the truth behind my mother's death all those years ago. I want to... expose the real mastermind!" Dustin's eyes suddenly became piercing, full of sharpness.
Chapter 1365: A Promise
"What?!" Dustin's words directly struck Ethan like a bolt of lightning, and his face turned paler.
The Purple City Uprising from ten years ago was still a forbidden topic that nobody dared to mention. The death of the WestDustincozia Queen was even more of an unsolved mystery for many years.
This "unsolved mystery" wasn't because it couldn't be solved but because nobody dared to solve it. Even the all-powerful WestDustincozia King was eventually forced to suppress the matter. Who would dare to truly investigate the truth?
Back then, the royal court had repeatedly promised to uncover the real culprits but had ultimately let it slide. This alone proved that the mastermind behind the Purple City Uprising had immense power, perhaps even involving the supreme imperial authority.
While the Langford family was influential and wealthy, they were still insignificant in the face of the high-ranking nobles and royals. So, when Ethan heard Dustin's request, he was shocked, worried, and fearful.
The waters here ran too deep. If the Langford family got involved, they could face irreparable consequences at any moment.
"Mr. Ethan, there's no need to be so nervous. I'm not asking you to go to your doom. Why are you so afraid?" Dustin tempered his sharpness, smiled gently, and returned to his calm demeanor.
"Y-Your Highness, I can agree to the first two conditions, but this matter... I truly cannot help." Ethan looked sorrowful and helpless.
The ten-year-old forbidden secret, once reopened, would lead to a massive and potentially catastrophic upheaval.
"Mr. Ethan, if I recall correctly, my mother once helped your Langford family, right?" Dustin suddenly asked.
"Well..." Ethan was momentarily at a loss for words.
Back then, the Langford family had almost faced a disastrous crisis due to some impulsive actions. In desperation, they had sought help from the all-powerful WesternDustincozia King. However, the king had been uninterested in meddling in such matters. It was Queen's intercession that had persuaded the king to aid the Langford family, allowing them to escape disaster.
Ethan had never forgotten this kindness, and it weighed heavily on his heart.
"It seems you haven't forgotten what happened back then." Dustin smiled.
Dustin smiled faintly. "My mother devoted her life to doing good deeds and never asked for anything in return. But I'm different. I intend to reclaim everything owed to me. Mr. Ethan, your family's lives, over a hundred of them, were saved by my mother. Shouldn't you... repay that kindness?"
Upon hearing this, Ethan fell silent. He held the tea cup in his hands and remained speechless for a long time, his eyes filled with inner conflict.
Dustin poured himself another cup of tea and finished it in one gulp, maintaining his calm tone. "Mr. Ethan, please don't misunderstand me. I'm not asking you to seek revenge for my mother. I simply hope that you can help investigate the events of that year quietly. That's all I'm asking for. Is this request too much?"
Ethan's trembling hands steadied, and the ripples in the tea settled after a long period of contemplation.
Finally, Ethan took a deep breath and, with determination, said, "Very well, I promise."
There were no extra words, just a simple statement.
Calm and resolute.
There was no way to repay the debt of saving his family's lives.
Now, all he could do was use his meager abilities to console the Queen's spirit in the heavens.
"Thank you, Mr. Ethan."
Dustin stood up solemnly, bowed deeply with his hands together, and then straightened himself.
"No need to be so polite, Your Highness. This is something I should do."
Ethan quickly got up and helped Dustin stand upright, smiling wryly. "I can only do so much."
Seeking revenge for the Queen was something he didn't dare to do, nor did he have the ability to do. All he could do was provide assistance to Logan Rhys and repay the Queen's kindness in his own way.
"That's enough," Dustin said with a slight smile. "At least it proves that my mother didn't save the wrong person."
"I am ashamed," Ethan shook his head.
"Mr. Ethan, it's getting late. I won't disturb you any longer. Please contact me if you have any updates."
After exchanging contact information, Dustin took his leave.
To establish himself in Stonia and investigate the truth, he needed the strong support of these prominent families. Otherwise, with only his own abilities, it would be impossible to seek revenge for his mother.
Chapter 1366: Tap Tap
Dustin had made contact with the Langford family, but that was just the beginning. In his plan, he needed more powerful allies to participate so that he would have the qualifications to challenge the hidden puppeteer behind the scenes.
Outside the gates of the Langford Mansion, two cars were parked in tandem.
Hazel leaned against the back seat with an exhausted look, holding a woman's cigarette in her hand but not lighting it, allowing the gentle breeze to gradually extinguish it.
It had been nearly two hours since Dustin entered, and there was still no sign of movement.
Could something have gone wrong?
Although Ethan's behavior had been somewhat unexpected earlier, it couldn't be ruled out that it was all an act for outsiders. Once inside the Langford Mansion and without any spies, they could easily eliminate witnesses.
Thinking about this, Hazel couldn't help but feel worried.
She didn't even understand why she cared so much about someone she had just met. Was it just because of his good looks or his unique personality?
"Screech!"
At this moment, the vehicle in front suddenly reversed and then parked side by side with Hazel's car.
The car windows rolled down, and the faces of Carlos and Roselyn quickly appeared.
"Miss Hazel, you're still waiting here? I suggest you go back and rest early," Carlos said with a playful smile. "Dustin is reckless and audacious, intruding into the Dragon's Lair. I guess by now he has already been dismembered, and we won't even find his body."
"Hmph! You said the same thing earlier, but what happened? He came out perfectly fine from the Comcast Club," Hazel retorted.
"How can you compare the Comcast Club to the Langford Mansion?"
Carlos snorted. "The Langford Mansion is filled with experts, and Dustin entering it is a one-way path to death. Don't be fooled by the courteous facade Lord Ethan put on earlier; it's all just a smokescreen to deceive people."
"That's right! Dustin might have defeated Langford Fourth Young Master, but that only seals his fate. Your little pretty boy will never come out of there alive!" Roselyn added with some schadenfreude.
Hazel frowned but didn't say much.
At this moment, a figure suddenly approached Carlos's car and lightly tapped on the car window.
"Tap, tap!"
The sudden movement startled both Roselyn and Carlos.
The two of them turned their heads instinctively to look, and they were instantly stunned.
Because at some point, Dustin had already stood outside the car, and he was smiling.
His bright white teeth, under the moonlight, seemed somewhat eerie.
"You... you... you... you didn't die?" Roselyn widened her eyes, finding it hard to believe.
Beside her, Carlos also wore a look of disbelief.
What was going on?
Dustin had caused a scene at the Comcast Club and had beaten up Eddie. How could the Langford family have let him go so easily?
"How come? Disappointed that I didn't die?" Dustin said with a sardonic smile.
These two jerks seemed almost eager for something bad to happen to him.
"How did the Langford family treat you after you went in for so long?" Carlos cautiously asked.
"How could they treat me? It was Eddie who was arrogant and overbearing, abusing his power. I just went there to seek justice. Fortunately, Lord Ethan is a reasonable person. After understanding the truth, he gave Eddie a good lesson." Dustin replied casually.
"Then what happened?"
Carlos and Roselyn asked in unison.
"Then Lord Ethan invited us for tea, apologized to us, and compensated us for our mental distress. Then he had someone escort us out." Dustin shrugged.
"That's it?"
Both of them widened their eyes, looking incredulous.
When did Lord Ethan become so kind-hearted? Their own person had been beaten, and instead of seeking revenge, he had treated them politely.
Could it be that something was wrong with his brain?
Chapter 1367: Steering Wheel Crash
Roselyn and Carlos were both at a loss, not understanding Ethan Langford's behavior.
Was repaying evil with kindness foolish or generous?
A prominent family like the Langfords, wouldn't they care about their reputation?
"I've settled my grievances with the Langford family. Now, let's talk about our matters," Dustin said with a smile.
However, this smile appeared sinister to Roselyn and Carlos.
"Mr. Dustin, this matter has nothing to do with me. I'm also a victim here. You see, I've been waiting at the door all this time, just worried about your safety," Carlos forced a smile.
Damn it, this guy in front of him was clearly a lunatic. He dared to fight even with Eddie. What if he angered the Langfords and got beaten up?
"Our matter can be discussed later. I have something to talk to her about," Dustin said, pointing at Roselyn through the car window.
"I have nothing to talk to you about! Senior Brother Carlos! Drive away quickly!" Roselyn suddenly felt uneasy and signaled for Carlos to leave.
"You want to leave?"
Maximus snorted coldly, then suddenly punched through the window. He grabbed the steering wheel and violently pulled it.
"Crash!"
The entire steering wheel was torn off by Maximus and thrown a hundred meters away, landing inside the high walls of the Langford family.
"..."
Carlos was dumbfounded, looking at the car handle without a steering wheel, feeling like crying.
My newly bought luxury car!
Roselyn was also stunned, her eye twitching, feeling helpless.
To be able to pull off the whole steering wheel with one hand, was this even human?
"Roselyn, I generally don't hit women, but your actions tonight have really annoyed me," Dustin said while smiling, but his eyes were cold, sending shivers down her spine.
"What... what does it have to do with me? I didn't do anything. Everything is your own doing!" Roselyn said defiantly.
"Deserved it?"
Dustin sneered, "As I thought, someone like you doesn't listen to reason. Of course, I don't want to waste my time with you either. I just want to know one thing now: what is the secret about Uncle Lorenzo? If you tell me honestly, I can pretend that nothing has happened."
"Why should I tell you?" Roselyn deliberately turned her head away.
"If you don't tell me, I'll make you disappear from this world," Dustin said with a faint smile.
"You... dare you!" Roselyn's eyes twitched, and she threatened, "I warn you, I'm not easy to deal with. If you dare to harm a single hair on my head, I promise you will regret it!"
"Maximus, give her a taste."
Dustin snapped his fingers and stepped back.
"Alright!"
Maximus grinned and reached in, grabbing Roselyn's hair and forcefully pulling her out.
"Ah! Lets go! Lets go!"
Roselyn struggled and screamed, but Maximus held her tightly, making her unable to move.
"I have a bottle of poison here that can make your skin rot, muscles decay, and never recover."
Dustin took out a green bottle and shook it in front of Roselyn, smiling, "Imagine what would happen if this stuff spilled on your face?"
"I'm surnamed Grantwood! Don't mess around! I'm the granddaughter of Dr. Elijah!"
Roselyn panicked and tried to threaten. When she saw that Dustin didn't respond, she immediately sought help from Carlos, "Senior Brother! Save me—hurry!"
"Rhys..."
Carlos opened his mouth to say something, but Dustin gave him a cold glance, silencing him.
This was too ruthless.
Chapter 1368: Ready to Cooperate
Can't afford to offend, can't afford to offend.
"I'll give you ten seconds to think. If you refuse to talk, I'll use this poison to wash your face." Dustin maintained his smile.
While speaking, he uncorked the bottle and placed it above Roselyn’s head.
"No... Please don't!"
Roselyn was so frightened that her legs went weak. Tears streamed down her face as she panicked, "Don't ruin my face! I'll talk, I'll say everything, just take this thing away!"
"So you're ready to cooperate?"
Dustin slowly withdrew the bottle.
People like this woman were truly remorseless until they met their doom.
Roselyn gasped for breath, took a while to regain her composure, and said weakly, "About Lorenzo's secret, we have to go back a few years...
That day, a stranger suddenly arrived at our home and had a secret conversation with my grandfather. I overheard a bit through the door.
It turned out this guest was the one who saved Mr. Lorenzo ten years ago."
"Wait! Wasn't it your grandfather who saved Uncle Lorenzo?" Dustin suddenly interrupted.
"Accurately speaking, this person brought the severely injured Lorenzo to Healwell Medical Center, where my grandfather treated him. And every now and then, this person would secretly visit and inquire about Lorenzo's condition from my grandfather," Roselyn explained.
"Who is this person?" Dustin's expression became serious.
He had always believed that it was Dr. Elijah who saved Lorenzo, but now it appeared that there was another hidden story.
"I don't know."
Roselyn shook her head. "I've never seen this person's face. Whenever he came, my grandfather would ask me to stay away. That day, I was just too curious and eavesdropped."
"What did you hear?" Dustin asked.
"I overheard that this person told my grandfather that they must save Lorenzo's life at all costs and must not reveal his identity. Also, if anyone comes looking for him, they must immediately inform him to prevent any accidents," Roselyn replied.
"Hmm?"
Hearing this, Dustin couldn't help but furrow his brow.
It was evident that Dr. Elijah had been hiding something from him, or perhaps he hadn't completely trusted him yet.
The biggest question now was the identity of this mysterious person.
The other person saved Lorenzo and then brought him to Dr. Elijah's place, being so cautious about it. They must know something.
Dustin had a feeling that if he could find this mysterious person, the truth about what happened ten years ago would soon come to light.
"Is there any other information?" Dustin asked again.
"Oh, yes! I remember my grandfather calling that person... Mr. Whitaker!" Roselyn suddenly remembered.
"Mr. Whitaker?" Dustin thought for a moment.
As far as he knew, there was no prominent Whitaker family or high-ranking officials with the surname Whitaker in Stonia.
So, who was this Mr. Whitaker?
"Is there anything else?" Dustin asked.
"I... I only know this much, nothing else," Roselyn replied nervously.
Dustin stared at her for a few seconds, confirming that she wasn't lying before nodding. "Alright, considering the information you've provided, I won't hold today's events against you. But in the future, it's best for both of you to behave honestly. If you ever try to cause trouble again, don't blame me for turning my back on you."
Roselyn nodded repeatedly, a hint of resentment flashing in her eyes.
"Miss Hazel..."
After resolving the grudge, Dustin walked to Hazel's car and smiled, "I want to thank you for your assistance today. It would be great if you could give us a ride a little further. It's getting late, and it's not easy to find a taxi."
"It would be my pleasure."
Hazel smiled charmingly and patted the seat beside her, excitedly saying, "Come on, handsome, into my arms."
"By the way, you looked really fierce when you were reprimanding those wretches just now, and I really liked it."
"How about spending the night at my place? My bed is big and soft, I guarantee you won't want to leave."
Dustin...
Why does this feel like walking into the lion's den?
Chapter 1369: Torby Family
The next morning, inside a small independent villa, as the first rays of sunlight appeared on the horizon, Dustin, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, slowly opened his eyes.
With the Sky Spirit Orb in his possession, his martial cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds. He didn't need to deliberately practice; the Sky Spirit Orb automatically absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, converting it for his use. This meant that he was essentially cultivating all the time.
Moreover, the higher his innate talent, the more powerful the Sky Spirit Orb's effects would be.
In less than a month, Dustin had already reached the threshold of a Grandmaster. He could break through at any time if he wished. However, to ensure a stable foundation, he had decided to suppress his cultivation for the time being.
There was still a little less than half a year before his one-year agreement with the eunuch. That was plenty of time for him to accumulate strength.
"Ring, ring, ring..."
At this moment, his phone rang. Dustin retrieved it from under his pillow and saw that it was a call from Dr. Elijah. He answered, and elijah's voice sounded urgent.
"Hello, Dustin, I'm facing a bit of trouble here, and I'm afraid I need your help."
"Trouble? Is it related to Uncle Lorenzo?" Dustin grew anxious.
"No... it's not about Master Lorenzo. It's about Lord Torby," Elijah hurriedly explained. "Yesterday, Lord Torby suddenly fell seriously ill, and the Torby family has invited all the renowned doctors in the southern city to treat him, including me. Unfortunately, after a day and night of treatment, none of the doctors could do anything."
"What kind of strange illness is this that even you, Master Elijah, couldn't cure?" Dustin was curious.
If Elijah could keep Lorenzo alive for ten years, it demonstrated his exceptional medical skills. Even if he encountered a challenging medical case, he should be able to handle it.
"The strange thing is that I suspect Lord Torby isn't sick but has been cursed!" Dr. Elijah lowered his voice.
"Cursed? Are you sure?" Dustin raised an eyebrow.
"Not entirely sure, just a guess. I know you're proficient in the mystical arts, so I thought of asking for your help. You mentioned that you needed Torby family's Dragon Blood Ginseng, right? If you can cure Lord Torby, I believe obtaining a single medicinal plant should be no problem," Elijah explained.
"Alright, I'll be there right away," Dustin agreed and hung up the phone.
Although Dustin had already obtained the Dragon Blood Ginseng, he still needed the Ice Heart Lotus and Golden Marrow Jade. Therefore, he had to save Lord Torby's life.
On one hand, it was for the sake of obtaining the medicinal herbs, and on the other hand, it was for future considerations. If he could bring the Torby family into his circle, they could be of great assistance in the future. Establishing a foothold in Stonia and developing it into a powerful family required careful planning.
...
Inside the Torby family mansion.
An elderly man with a pale complexion and a frail body lay unconscious on a bed. The corners of his mouth were bloodied, and his limbs and body were bound with ropes, keeping him forcibly restrained.
Several doctors stood near the door, cowering and unwilling to approach.
Before long, the elderly man suddenly rose up with superhuman strength and brutality just a short while ago, injuring two bodyguards and biting off the ear of one of the doctors, then swallowing it in a horrifying manner.
His ghastly and terrifying appearance, like a demon, sent shivers down everyone's spines, leaving them traumatized.
After hesitating for a moment, Elijah finally gathered the courage to walk up to the sickbed and carefully checked the situation.
After confirming that the old man was stable, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and quickly left the room.
"Doctor Elijah, how is it? My father is okay, right?"
Outside the door, a group of Torby family members stood.
The leader was Kevin, the eldest son of the Torby family.
Behind him were his wife, Sophia, his daughter, Isabela, and some other Torby family relatives."
Chapter 1370: A Curse
"Mr. Torby's vital signs are temporarily stable, but this peculiar illness is truly elusive, and I'm sorry to say I'm powerless," Dr. Elijah said regretfully.
"Doctor Elijah, you're all the best doctors in the southern city. Please, try to find a solution. We must cure my father, no matter how much it costs or what it takes. The Torby family will spare no effort!" Kevin pleaded.
"Mr. Kevin, forgive my bluntness, but the symptoms your father is exhibiting don't seem like an illness to me; they seem more like a curse," Dr. Elijah said gravely.
"A curse?"
At these words, everyone was taken aback. Hearing such things from a doctor felt somewhat absurd.
"Doctor Elijah, please explain more clearly. What exactly is going on?" Kevin asked cautiously.
"When I say 'curse,' I'm referring to practices such as witchcraft, sorcery, or hexes. I don't have much knowledge about these things; I've only read about them in books, so it's just a guess on my part," Dr. Elijah explained.
"Witchcraft and curses?" Kevin furrowed his brow. If an ordinary person had said this, he wouldn't have believed it, but Dr. Elijah had a renowned reputation, so it couldn't be baseless.
Moreover, he had heard of similar occurrences before.
"Doctor Elijah, you have vast knowledge and exceptional medical skills. You must have a way to help my grandfather, right?" Isabela suddenly spoke up with teary eyes.
"I have expertise in medicine, but when it comes to these dark arts, I'm at a loss," Dr. Elijah shook his head.
Specialties have their limits, and medical skills and dark arts are entirely different realms.
"What should we do then? My grandfather is wasting away, and if this continues, his life is in grave danger," Isabela choked back tears.
"I know someone who has some expertise in this area, and they might be able to help," Dr. Elijah suddenly said.
"Oh? Who is it?" Kevin immediately perked up.
"It's..."
"Of course, it's me!"
Before Dr. Elijah could finish, a loud voice interrupted. Everyone turned to see the elegant figure of Owen Stratford, accompanied by an elderly man in black, walking confidently toward them.
"Greetings, Uncle Kevin, Greetings, Aunt Sophia..."
Owen approached and respectfully bowed to the elder members of the Torby family one by one, displaying good manners.
"Owen Stratford! What are you doing here? We don't welcome you in the Torby family!" Isabela's pretty face hardened, clearly displeased.
"I heard that Grandfather has contracted a strange illness, so I've specifically sought an expert to come and treat him," Owen replied with a composed demeanor.
"Hmph! Who asked for your help? Don't meddle where you're not wanted!" Isabela intentionally turned her head away.
"Isabela, be polite," Kevin scolded her and then turned to Owen, saying appreciatively, "Owen, we appreciate your concern, but Grandfather's illness is beyond the help of regular doctors."
"Uncle Kevin, the person I've invited is not an ordinary doctor but a remarkable individual."
Owen smiled and gestured towards the elderly man in black beside him, saying, "Let me introduce you. This is Master Hudson, a renowned figure in the martial world. He excels in various mystical arts and can easily handle any complicated and mysterious ailment."
"Oh? Is that so?" Kevin perked up.
"If you doubt it, Uncle Kevin, why don't you let Master Hudson demonstrate?" Owen gave a subtle signal.
The man in black quickly understood and took out a paper crane from his pocket, displaying it in front of everyone.
Then, the man in black silently recited an incantation and gently pointed at the paper crane, saying, "Rise!"
As the word left his lips, a magical scene unfolded.
The paper crane in the man in black's hand came to life, fluttering its wings and flying directly into the air. Like a spiritual bird, it circled and danced gracefully above the heads of the people, making three elegant loops. Finally, it flapped its wings and landed securely in the man in black's palm.
This display left everyone astounded and speechless.
Chapter 1371: Paper Crane
"Wow! This is so amazing! Making a paper crane fly like that?"
"Is this the master of mystical arts? Truly impressive!"
The display by the man in black left the Torby family members in awe. They had heard about such things before but had never witnessed them, and they couldn't believe there were such remarkable individuals in the world.
"What do you think, everyone? Do you believe in Master Hudson's abilities now?" Owen smiled slightly, a hint of pride on his face.
"Indeed, he is a master. Meeting him today has truly broadened my horizons!" Kevin's expression brightened, and his eyes took on a different look. If his father was truly cursed, only such extraordinary individuals could help.
"These are just parlor tricks, hardly worth mentioning," the man in black said in a dismissive tone, adopting a posture of profound sophistication.
"The crane control technique earlier may not be much, but Master Hudson's true abilities lie ahead. We can look forward to it," Owen added, trying to smooth things over.
"Very well," Kevin nodded with a smile.
"Isabela, you don't need to worry. With Master Hudson here, your grandfather will surely be safe," Owen said with a friendly smile.
"Hmph!"
Isabela turned her head in a haughty manner, refusing to respond.
Owen looked somewhat awkward but didn't say much. His gaze suddenly turned to Dr. Elijah, and he said, "Doctor Elijah, I just heard you mention that you might know another expert in mystical arts. Does the person you know happen to be even more skilled than Master Hudson?"
He had long coveted the Healwell Clinic, but the old man had not shown any willingness to compromise.
"Well..." Elijah hesitated, looking somewhat uncomfortable. "Master Hudson's mastery of mystical arts is unparalleled, of course."
"Heh... If you don't have the ability, don't embarrass yourself here. Leave Mr. Torby's strange illness to Master Hudson," Owen retorted, using a sarcastic tone.
His words carried a double meaning, subtly mocking Elijah's lack of medical skills and suggesting he should leave. Dr. Elijah's brows furrowed briefly, but he quickly composed himself, lowered his head, and remained silent. He knew better than to challenge a wealthy and influential young man like Owen.
"Owen, let's not be too full of ourselves. It's not yet clear who's embarrassing themselves," a dispassionate voice suddenly drifted in.
Everyone turned to see a young man dressed casually, handsome in appearance, strolling over.
It was indeed Dustin.
"Little Miracle Doctor?" Isabela's face brightened, and she hurried to greet him. "Why are you here?"
"I heard from Doctor Elijah that your grandfather has a strange illness, so I came to take a look," Dustin smiled.
"Oh... so you're the expert in mystical arts that Doctor Elijah mentioned?" Isabela quickly realized.
"I can't really be called an expert. I only know a little about mystical arts," Dustin replied modestly.
"Hmph! You only know a little, and you dare to show yourself? Aren't you afraid of being laughed at?" Owen sneered.
He had been nursing a grudge since the incident at the club yesterday, so he had promptly asked Brinkley to invite Master Hudson. But before he could take his revenge, something happened to the Torby family, so he quickly brought Master Hudson to gain some favor.
He didn't expect to run into Dustin here, and the sight of his enemy made him even more envious.
"It seems like Owen has a lot of grievances. How about we play the same game we played yesterday?" Dustin smiled ambiguously.
"You—" Owen was getting angry.
He wanted to lash out, but he was concerned about his image and had to hold back.
This guy dared to provoke him, it was infuriating!
"Who is this?" Kevin asked with some confusion.
"Dad, he's Dustin Rhys, a young doctor who saved my life before, and now he's my good friend," Isabela explained while intentionally giving a glance at Owen, as if flaunting something.
Chapter 1372: Talisman Paper
Owen furrowed his brows slightly, a hint of resentment flashing in his eyes.
"So, you're Dustin Rhys. I've heard of you," Kevin nodded.
He was well aware of the recent events in his family. Just the formula for the Jade Dew Ointment was enough to make him take notice.
"Uncle, I heard that Grandfather is suffering from hysteria. May I take a look?" Dustin offered his help.
"You?" Kevin squinted his eyes, a bit skeptical. Although Dustin was recommended by Dr. Elijah, he looked quite young and didn't seem very reliable.
"Dustin, I appreciate your offer, but we've already invited Master Hudson. You don't need to trouble yourself," Sophia spoke unexpectedly.
"Did you hear that? With Master Hudson's assistance, why would we need you to show off here?" Owen sneered.
"Young man, don't seek attention where it's not wanted. Matters of life and death are too serious for you to mess around with," the man in black said sternly.
"Dustin, let it go," Dr. Elijah shook his head.
It was evident that trying to take the lead at this moment was not a wise choice.
"Very well. Since Master Hudson is so confident, I won't make a fuss. Please go ahead," Dustin made a polite gesture with one hand, showing he wasn't forcing the issue.
"Hmph! At least you have some self-awareness," the man in black gave him a disdainful glance and then stepped into the room.
The others followed suit, moving quietly and carefully, not daring to make too much noise.
"What's going on?" The man in black frowned as he entered the room, displeased. "Why is the patient restrained? Do you know that this affects the treatment? Release him immediately!"
"Master Hudson, you may not be aware, but after my father's strange illness, he becomes uncontrollable and has a tendency to attack people. We had no choice but to restrain him," Kevin explained immediately.
The scene of his father going berserk had left him deeply traumatized.
"It's okay. With me here, the patient won't cause any trouble. Release him," the man in black said confidently, standing with his hands behind his back.
"This..." Kevin glanced back at his wife, Sophia. Seeing her nod, he waved his hand and said, "Release him."
"Yes!"
Two members of the Torby family responded and immediately approached to untie the ropes.
"Master Hudson, untying the ropes may not be a wise choice. What if the patient's hysteria flares up and harms you?" Dustin reminded them.
"Joke! I've seen all sorts of storms. What does a mere hysteria matter?" The man in black snorted coldly.
"Dustin, just because you lack the ability doesn't mean Master Hudson can't do it. Pay attention and learn something. If you can grasp anything from this, it will benefit you for life," Owen said sarcastically.
"Is that so? Then I'll wait and see," Dustin shrugged and remained silent.
After being untied, the man in black approached and examined Christopher Torby's eyelids, opened his mouth, and looked at his tongue and teeth. Finally, he conducted a brief examination of various parts of his body.
"If I'm not mistaken, the patient seems to have been subjected to witchcraft, disturbing his mind, which is why he exhibited symptoms of madness," the man in black said calmly.
"Well done, indeed an expert. You've immediately identified the issue," Kevin praised first, then asked cautiously, "I wonder if Master Hudson has a method to break the curse?"
"A mere low-level witchcraft is nothing. I can easily dispel it with a talisman paper," the man in black dismissed.
"Oh?" Kevin's eyes lit up. "Then please, Master Hudson, proceed with the treatment. Once the matter is resolved, our Torby family will surely show our gratitude."
"Agreed."
The man in black nodded in satisfaction, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a yellow talisman paper covered with mysterious symbols.
"Kid, learn from this. Watch me break the curse with a talisman paper!" The man in black glanced at Dustin on purpose, then with a single graceful motion, slapped the yellow talisman paper onto Christopher's forehead.
"Snap!"
Christopher's body trembled, and he abruptly opened his eyes.
Chapter 1373: Get Off Me
"He's awake! He's awake! The old master is awake!"
"No wonder he's called a master of mystic arts. He really lives up to his reputation!"
"One talisman, and it's done! Incredible!"
As the man in black's talisman paper fell, Christopher opened his eyes.
Seeing this, the Torby family members couldn't help but show great joy. So many doctors had been helpless before, but now Master Hudson had easily resolved the issue. It was truly remarkable.
"Haha... How about that? The expert I brought didn't disappoint you all, did he?" Owen said proudly.
"Master Hudson's mastery of mystic arts is truly impressive!" Kevin quickly saluted with clasped hands.
"Master, you are truly a divine person!" The Torby family members showed admiration on their faces.
The man in black's abilities completely reshaped their understanding, and they realized the incredible power of these extraordinary individuals.
"Young man, what do you think? Are you impressed?" The man in black glanced at Dustin contemptuously, his face filled with arrogance.
They were rivals in the same field, and yet a mere youngster dared to compete with him for food; it was truly overestimating his own capabilities.
"Master Hudson, you'd better be careful. I don't think this situation is as simple as it seems," Dustin said calmly.
"Humph! You're truly ignorant!" The man in black sneered. "Do you even know what 'one talisman, breaking the curse' means? Do you know what it means to have mastery over a myriad of arts? Do you know—Ah!"
Before he could finish his words, Christopher, who was lying on the bed, suddenly bounced up and pounced on the man in black, biting his ear and tearing it off with his teeth.
The man in black screamed in agony as blood poured from his severed ear, splattering all over the place.
"Ga, ga, ga..."
Christopher grinned grotesquely, chewing on the man in black's ear, his mouth smeared with blood, resembling a demon.
"Ah! Get off me! Get off me!" The man in black jumped around in panic, trying to shake Christopher off his back.
However, Grandpa Christopher had astonishing strength. He firmly held onto the body of the black-clothed old man with both hands and feet, like an octopus, never letting go.
"Hmm?"
This sudden turn of events startled everyone.
No one had expected that Grandpa Christopher would suddenly become violent and injure someone, and just like before, he targeted the ears for biting.
Didn't they say a talisman could break the evil spirit? Didn't they say that magic could solve everything?
Why wasn't it working?
While everyone was in shock, Grandpa Christopher suddenly bit the face of the black-clothed old man and tore off a bloody piece of flesh.
"Ah!"
The black-clothed old man screamed even louder, losing his air of superiority. He yelled repeatedly, "What are you all standing around for? Hurry! Get this crazy old man off me!"
"Quick! Go help!"
Kevin, now awake as if from a dream, quickly directed people to rescue the black-clothed old man.
However, despite their efforts, they couldn't pry Grandpa Christopher's hands apart.
"Hehehe..."
Grandpa Christopher laughed even more maniacally, his eyes filled with a crimson and ferocious glare. He suddenly focused on the black-clothed old man's neck and then bit down.
"Get back!"
Seeing the situation spiraling out of control, Dustin finally took action.
He quickly moved forward and pointed at Grandpa Christopher's forehead.
Grandpa Christopher's body shuddered, his eyes closed, and he fell into a faint.
It wasn't until this moment that the group managed to loosen Mr. Christopher's limbs and place him back on the bed.
As for the black-clothed old man, his face was covered in blood, his hair disheveled, and he looked utterly disheveled.
Chapter 1374: Something Hidden
Compared to his previously mysterious appearance, he was now the complete opposite.
"Doctor! Where's the doctor? Quickly, stop the bleeding for me!" The black-clothed old man was in a state of panic, shouting loudly and taking the phrase "afraid of death" to the extreme.
"This..."
As they watched Master Hudson jumping around, Kevin and the group couldn't help but exchange strange looks, their expressions showing their bewilderment.
Why was the situation a bit different from what they had expected?
Where had the image of the master gone?
"He's gone mad! This old man has truly gone mad! Biting people on sight, eating flesh and blood – why didn't you tie him up?!" The black-clothed old man questioned angrily while receiving treatment.
"Master Hudson, I've warned you before that my father might exhibit symptoms of attacking people after falling ill," Kevin explained.
"Attacking people? Is this what you call attacking people? It's clearly man-eater!" The black-clothed old man couldn't maintain his composure.
Kevin's mouth twitched, silently cursing to himself, blaming me when you were the one who acted arrogantly?
"Cough, cough, Master Hudson, you're injured. How about taking a rest for a while?" Owen said with an embarrassed expression.
They had originally invited him to gain favor with the Torby family and strengthen the relationship between the two families. However, they had ended up in this embarrassing situation, failing to achieve their goals and losing face in the process.
It was truly awkward.
"Hmph! Such bad luck!" The black-clothed old man sat down and began receiving medical treatment.
"Master Hudson, it seems that your 'Talisman to Break Evil Spirits' doesn't work very well," Dustin said with a half-smile.
"What do you know? Just now was an accident. Let me try again tomorrow; I'm sure it will work!" The black-clothed old man declared confidently.
"I think it's better to forget about it. If you try again, you might not survive," Dustin said calmly.
"How dare you look down on me?!" The black-clothed old man became so agitated that he stood up suddenly. However, his movements were too abrupt, causing pain at his wound. He winced and grimaced in pain.
The comical sight made everyone can't help but hold back their laughter.
What kind of occult master? Just so-so.
"Dustin, stop being so cryptic. Even if Master Hudson made some mistakes, it's not your place to meddle," Owen said with a stern face.
"So, does Master Hudson actually treat or not? If not, then let me give it a try," Dustin said calmly.
"You want to try? Do you have the capability?" Owen sneered.
"Kid! You really don't know your limits!" The black-clothed old man snorted. "Even I can't break the witchcraft that dispels my 'Talisman to Break Evil Spirits.' Do you think you can? Don't dream!"
"Whether I can or not, we'll find out when I try, right?" Dustin smiled.
"Fine! Since you're so eager to humiliate yourself, I'll give you a chance. I want to see what you're capable of!" The black-clothed old man smirked.
If they were going to lose face, they might as well do it together, so it wouldn't be too embarrassing.
"Young man, do you... have confidence?" Kevin asked cautiously.
Even Master Hudson had failed. Could a young upstart really cure his father's strange ailment?
"In the current situation, it shouldn't get any worse, right?" Dustin didn't give a direct answer.
"Well, then please proceed," Kevin nodded, not saying much.
Whether it worked or not, they had no other options at this point.
Dustin approached the sickbed and began examining Grandpa Christopher's body. He explained as he worked, "Ordinary witchcraft would only make a person weak and unconscious. Cases like Grandpa Christopher, where he goes berserk and bites people, are very rare. To achieve this effect, there's only one possibility: there must be something strange hidden near him that is continuously affecting his body."
"Hmph! Trying to deceive people with your tricks!" Owen showed disdain.
"Pandering to the crowd!" The black-clothed old man also looked scornful.
"I found it!"
At this moment, Dustin's eyes suddenly lit up, and he reached under the mattress.
Chapter 1375: Red Jade Pendant
"Found it?"
Upon hearing this, everyone instantly perked up, their gazes locked onto Dustin's hand.
Soon, a black silk pouch was retrieved by Dustin from under the mattress.
Opening the pouch, he poured out a red jade pendant from it.
The jade pendant was round, blood-red in color, covered in strange symbols, and looked rather weird.
"What is this? How did it end up under old man's bed?" The members of the Torby family exchanged puzzled glances, not understanding.
"This item is called Blood-Ink Jade and can be used as a medium in witchcraft," Dustin held the jade pendant, examining it while explaining, "It is said that the formation of Blood-Ink Jade is related to corpses. When a person has just died, a jade pendant is placed in their mouth, and as they take their final breath and swallow, the jade pendant falls into their throat, entering the bloodstream. After being left undisturbed for a hundred years, the blood, soaked into the jade, forms a direct connection to its core, creating the strange and beautiful Blood-Ink Jade."
"This treasure is extremely rare and valuable, sought after by many witchcraft practitioners. Blood-Ink Jade not only aids in their cultivation but also enhances the power of their witchcraft spells. Fortunately, we discovered it in time; otherwise, in another three days, Grandpa Christopher would have been beyond help."
As this revelation came to light, the faces of the Torby family members changed drastically.
No one had expected that under the mattress where old man had been bedridden for years, there would be such a malevolent object.
It was evident that someone had intentionally plotted this!
"Uncle, in order to enter Grandpa Christopher's room and hide the Blood-Ink Jade under the bed, I believe it must have been someone from within the household," Dustin hinted meaningfully.
"I understand," Kevin nodded, already forming suspicions in his mind.
Outsiders wouldn't have been able to do it, which left only the possibility of an inside job.
This matter had to be thoroughly investigated.
"Hmph! This sounds like fear-mongering. Who knows if what you're saying is true or false?" Owen raised doubts.
"If Mr. Own doesn't believe it, how about wearing it for a couple of days and trying it out?" Dustin handed the Blood-Ink Jade over to him.
"What are you doing? Stay away from me!" Owen was startled, quickly backing away to put some distance between them, afraid of touching the object.
"Dustin, we'll investigate the matter of the Blood-Ink Jade ourselves. The most pressing issue right now is whether you can cure father's illness or not," Sophia suddenly spoke, her expression as indifferent as ever.
"Of course, no problem."
Dustin took out a silver needle and inserted it into old man's acupoints: Anmian, Yongquan, XianThompson, and Shenmen. With a flick of his finger, the silver needle vibrated, sending strands of profound and pure true energy into old man's body.
After a moment, old man Christopher's slightly furrowed brow gradually relaxed. The tense muscles began to loosen, and his pallid face started to regain some color.
Three minutes later, Dustin withdrew the silver needle.
"Is that it?" Sophia furrowed her delicate brows, her skepticism evident.
"It's almost done," Dustin nodded and explained, "Witchcraft is essentially a manifestation of alternative energy, you can think of it as a kind of poison. However, this poison doesn't harm the physical body; it affects a person's vitality and spirit instead. The strength of one's spirit can vary greatly. Strong individuals can to a large extent resist the poison of witchcraft, while those who are physically weak are more susceptible to its influence. If I'm not mistaken, Grandpa Christopher's health hasn't been great, has it?"
Chapter 1376: Hospitality
"That's right! My grandfather frequently falls ill, and each time, he has to stay in bed for quite some time," Isabela nodded repeatedly.
"So, it provided an opportunity for the caster," Dustin said with a faint smile. "In fact, curing Grandpa Christopher is not difficult at all. Just dispose of this Blood-Ink Jade, stabilize his spirit, and he'll be fine. The needles I just used served to calm and stabilize him. Additionally, I'll prescribe some calming medicine. If he follows the prescription and takes the medicine for ten days to half a month, Grandpa Christopher will become lively and healthy."
"Really? It's that simple? Why do I feel like you're trying to deceive us?" Owen continued to doubt.
"Simple?" Dustin raised an eyebrow. "If we hadn't discovered this Blood-Ink Jade, Grandpa Christopher's life would be in jeopardy."
"We don't understand what you're saying. We just hope that father can wake up as soon as possible," Sophia said.
"Grandpa Christopher has just fallen asleep, and he needs rest. It's not advisable to disturb him now, lest it worsens his condition," Dustin explained.
"Hmph! You've said enough. Why should we believe you? We want a clear answer now. When will Grandpa Christopher wake up?" Owen continued to confront him.
"He'll recover quickly. He should wake up tonight at the earliest, and at the latest, by tomorrow," Dustin replied.
"Good! Then we'll wait one more day. If Grandpa Christopher doesn't wake up tomorrow, I'll accuse you of scheming for personal gain and harming a life!" Owen declared sternly.
"Suit yourself," Dustin shrugged, not bothering to engage with him.
Just a clown jumping around, not worth the attention.
"Dr. Dustin, you've worked hard. Today, you can rest here and enjoy our hospitality as a token of our gratitude," Kevin smiled and, without waiting for Dustin's refusal, raised his hand and gave a direct order, "Someone, prepare a guest room for Dr. Dustin, with good food and drinks. Don't neglect him!"
"Uncle, I won't refuse then," Dustin replied with a faint smile.
He naturally understood that Kevin was deliberately keeping him around because of his lack of trust. If Grandpa Christopher woke up tomorrow, everyone would be delighted. If not, it would be a different story.
"Isabela, take Dustin around and familiarize him with the surroundings," Sophia said.
"No problem!" Isabela smiled sweetly. "Dustin, let's go. I'll show you around the garden!"
After saying this, she grabbed Dustin's hand and started walking out.
"Isabela..."
Seeing this, Owen immediately blocked their path, wearing a fawning smile. "I have some things I'd like to talk to you about. Can you give me a chance?"
"No!" Isabela's face hardened. "Get out of the way!"
"Isabela, I just need five minutes, and then I'll leave," Owen became somewhat urgent.
"I won't listen! Get out of my way!"
Isabela forcefully stepped on Owen's foot. While he winced in pain, she quickly pulled Dustin away.
"Isabela... Isabela!"
Owen gritted his teeth, limping as he chased after them.
"Sophia, do you believe what that kid said?"
After everyone had left, Kevin began speaking in hushed tones with his wife.
"I believe half and doubt half," Sophia said indifferently. "This young man has an unknown background and mysterious origins. Approaching our Torby family, perhaps he has ulterior motives?"
"Should I have someone investigate him?" Kevin asked.
"Of course, we must investigate," Sophia's eyes flashed with a cold light. "If this young man truly has sinister intentions, we won't let him stay!"
Chapter 1377: Deep Remorse
The situation with Mr. Christopher had temporarily stabilized. Due to his distrust of Dustin, Kevin had decided to keep him around and had people monitor him closely.
Dustin followed Isabela and explored the streets near the Torby family's residence. The Torby family had various businesses, including bars, KTVs, hotels, and casinos, all within a ten-mile radius. They were clearly a thriving enterprise.
After having their fun, Isabela took Dustin to a nearby upscale restaurant for dinner. However, just as they sat down, the restaurant's doors swung open.
Owen, who refused to give up, entered the restaurant carrying a large bouquet of flowers and approached them with a heartfelt look in his eyes.
"Humph! What are you doing here?" Isabela immediately stiffened upon seeing him.
Without any hesitation, Owen knelt down on the floor and said with deep remorse, "Isabela, I'm sorry. I know I was wrong. Please forgive me."
"What?" Isabela was taken aback by the sudden turn of events. She never expected Owen, who usually cared a lot about his image and was quite domineering, to kneel and apologize publicly. His actions left her feeling bewildered.
"What... what are you doing? Are you crazy? What's going on?" Isabela moved away from him, feeling both embarrassed and angry.
When Owen knelt down, the attention of all the nearby restaurant patrons was drawn to them, making the situation even more awkward for her.
"Isabela, I'm serious," Owen remained on his knees, holding the bouquet with both hands. He spoke earnestly, "I know I made a mistake, and I understand that you might find it hard to believe me. But I swear, my feelings for you are genuine! These past few days, I've reflected deeply on my actions, and I deeply regret what I did. I hope you can give me another chance, even just one chance, to prove my love for you. Isabela, I love you. I truly, truly love you. I can't live without you. Please, forgive me."
The heartfelt words and sincere apology from Owen had moved not only Isabela but also the restaurant patrons. However, Isabela tried to maintain her cold and indifferent facade.
"Humph! Now you realize you were wrong? Where were you all this time? Let me tell you, I will never forgive you, you scoundrel!" Isabela crossed her arms and deliberately displayed a cold demeanor.
However, sitting across the table, Dustin could sense that Isabela's tone had softened somewhat.
Owen's public display of humility and the heartfelt confession were indeed compelling. For women, such gestures could be quite effective.
"Isabela! If you don't forgive me today, then I'll kneel here forever until I die!" Owen's expression showed his determination, as if he were willing to do whatever it took.
"If you want to kneel, then kneel. It's none of my business!" Isabela stood up, ready to leave.
Owen acted swiftly, grabbing Isabela's leg, pleading desperately, "Isabela... Isabela! I was wrong, I truly realize my mistakes. Please, don't leave me!"
"What are you doing? Let go!" Isabela was taken aback, trying to pull her leg free, but Owen's grip was firm.
"Dear girl, they say a prodigal son returns with treasure. This young man has acknowledged his mistakes. Please, forgive him," an elderly woman nearby chimed in.
"That's right. Couples argue all the time. No matter what happened, if he has realized his mistake, it's a good thing."
Chapter 1378: Acting Like Maniac
The onlookers at the restaurant couldn't help but join the conversation, offering their opinions and advice to Miss Isabela.
"Dear, finding a boyfriend who truly cares about you is not easy these days. This handsome young man is very sincere, and he's even willing to give up his pride to win you back. If my boyfriend were half as good as him, I'd be waking up with a smile every day."
"Yeah, couples argue all the time. No matter what happened, if he has genuinely realized his mistake, it's a good thing."
Isabela, while maintaining her stern attitude, couldn't help but be slightly moved by the atmosphere and Owen's heartfelt apologies. However, she pretended to remain unmoved.
"Humph! Now you realize you were wrong? Where were you all this time? Let me tell you, I will never forgive you, you scoundrel!"
As Owen continued to plead, Isabela remained firm. She was hesitant to trust his sincerity fully.
"Isabela, forgive me, please?"
"I swear, I will love you wholeheartedly from now on. If I ever betray you, may the heavens strike me with thunder!"
Owen knelt on the ground, raising his arm, extending three fingers, and making a solemn oath. His resolute and earnest demeanor struck a chord within Isabela.
However, she maintained her act of anger, saying, "Owen, you're too late now. I gave you a chance, but you didn't cherish it. Now, Dustin is my boyfriend."
With that declaration, she held Dustin's arm to emphasize her point.
Owen's expression turned even more serious, and he said, "Dustin? Isabela, how can this guy compare to me? Look at him, he has no status, no abilities. He's just a swindler, a small-time gigolo at best. Why should you compare me to him?"
"Shut up!" Isabela snapped. "I won't allow you to insult Dustin!"
"Isabela, I'm thinking about your future. You should know that we are the perfect match, and we truly love each other. Besides, we're already engaged, so we're practically a married couple. What is Dustin compared to me? Why should you compare me to him?" Owen argued.
"Ugh! Who says we're married? You're shameless!" Isabela retorted.
"Isabela, it may not be now, but it will be in the future. I genuinely love you. Please, will you marry me?" Owen said and, from his pocket, produced a jewelry box, slowly opening it.
Inside was a large, stunning pink diamond ring that sparkled brilliantly in the sunlight, capturing the attention of many women nearby. A pink diamond of this size and beauty was worth millions and not easily obtainable.
"Humph! Do you think you can buy me with a diamond ring? Dream on!" Isabela sneaked a glance at the ring and immediately turned her head away, maintaining her façade of indifference.
"Isabela, what will it take for you to forgive me? Is this guy sabotaging us by saying bad things about me?" Owen inquired, suspecting that Dustin had played a part in their discord.
Owen's resentful gaze suddenly turned towards Dustin as he angrily shouted, "You, with the last name Rhys! How dare you steal my woman? You're going too far! I challenge you to a duel!"
"It's none of my business. You have your own guilt to bear," Dustin replied calmly.
"Quit the nonsense! If you're a man, fight me. Whoever wins gets to be with Isabela. Do you dare?" Owen raised his head, intentionally provoking a confrontation.
"Not interested," Dustin shook his head.
"Humph! Looks like you're scared, huh? Coward!" Owen sneered. "For Isabela, I'm willing to risk my life. What about you? You won't even fight. Why do you think you deserve Isabela? If you know what's good for you, you better leave now. Otherwise, don't blame me if my fist accidentally lands on your face!"
"Owen, you've gone too far!" Isabela exclaimed.
This guy was acting like a maniac!
"Willing to risk your life, huh?" Dustin raised an eyebrow slightly and then nodded. "Fine, since you enjoy fighting so much, I'll play along."
"Good! Let's see who's the coward here!" Owen grinned with a sense of accomplishment after his scheme succeeded.
Chapter 1379: Battle Between Men
"Dustin, don't be impulsive. You can't beat him!" Isabela hurriedly tried to dissuade him.
Seeing the situation turning unfavorable, Isabela quickly intervened.
Owen had been practicing martial arts since childhood, and he was physically strong, easily handling multiple opponents. In contrast, Dustin was just a doctor, and challenging a martial artist like Owen was undoubtedly suicidal.
"Don't worry; I haven't put trash like him in my eyes," Dustin replied calmly.
Owen was merely an internal martial artist, decent against ordinary people but no match for skilled fighters.
"Kid! You can act arrogant all you want. Soon, you'll realize just how big the gap is between us," Owen sneered, taking off his suit jacket to reveal a white shirt underneath. His muscles were well-defined, showcasing his strength.
"Owen! I warn you not to mess around!" Isabela stepped in, attempting to stop the confrontation.
"Isabela, this is a battle between men. Don't interfere. I'll prove how much I love you," Owen said solemnly.
"You... you're absolutely unreasonable!" Isabela exclaimed.
Although she knew Owen's behavior was inappropriate, she couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. Two men were fighting over her, a unique experience she had never encountered before, and it oddly satisfied her vanity.
"Dustin, don't accuse me of bullying you. I'll give you three moves first," Owen said arrogantly.
"Stop the nonsense and just make your move. I'm in a hurry; the sooner we finish, the sooner I can eat," Dustin extended his hand, beckoning.
This contemptuous gesture infuriated Owen.
"You're asking for death!" Owen coldly harrumphed and immediately lunged forward with a powerful punch aimed at Dustin's face.
This punch was fierce, carrying tremendous force, capable of breaking through solid wood.
"Crack!"
Just as Owen's punch seemed about to land, his face was suddenly slapped hard, causing him to stumble.
"Huh?"
Owen was baffled, feeling the burning pain on his face as he reached up to touch it. He couldn't quite process what had just happened.
What happened?
Why is my face hurting so much?
"Crack!"
Before Owen could fully grasp the situation, Dustin delivered another powerful slap to his face. This time, the force was even greater, sending Owen flying and causing him to crash to the ground.
"Ah?"
Isabela stood there in shock, her face filled with disbelief. She had initially thought Owen would win, but Dustin turned out to be more formidable, defeating him with just two slaps.
Fast and fierce.
"You... how dare you hit me?"
Owen struggled to get up, shaking his head to clear his dizziness. Once he regained some clarity, he was furious, his eyes burning like they could shoot flames.
"You have the audacity to challenge me with this little skill?" Dustin shook his head.
His words were calm, but to Owen's ears, they were infuriating, pushing him over the edge.
"You son of a bitch! I'll fucking kill you!"
With a fierce expression, Owen pulled out a knife and thrust it aggressively toward Dustin's chest. If their previous exchange had been a duel, this was now an attempt at murder.
"Seeking death!"
Dustin's eyes turned cold. He swiftly grabbed Owen's wrist and, with a crisp sound, snapped it in half.
"Ahhhhh!"
Chapter 1380: Clown Looking In The Mirror
In the midst of the chaos, Owen let out a piercing scream. However, his cries were abruptly stifled as Dustin's iron grip closed around his throat.
Owen's breath was cut short, his face turning red, and veins bulging on his neck. His futile attempts to kick and struggle were in vain.
The fear of imminent death overwhelmed him.
"Let... let go of me..."
Owen's voice emerged hoarse as he managed to squeeze out a few words.
"Resorting to a knife when you can't win? Are you willing to sacrifice your face?"
Dustin's fingertips exerted more pressure, silencing Owen's cries.
Owen's face contorted, his legs flailed helplessly, but it was all futile.
The fear of death was palpable, and his vision started to blur.
"Don't... hurt him!"
A shrill scream came from behind Dustin, followed by a loud "thud" as a bottle suddenly struck the back of Dustin's head.
In an instant, glass shards flew and alcohol splashed.
"Hmm?"
Dustin furrowed his brow slightly and turned to look.
He saw Isabela, holding the broken half of a bottle, staring at him with a panicked expression.
After a moment of confusion, Isabela suddenly realized what she had done. With a cry of "Ah," she threw away the broken bottle and said with guilt, "Dustin... Dustin, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I was afraid you'd hurt Owen and get yourself into big trouble."
"Owen is the young master of the Stratford family, with a powerful background. You can't afford to provoke him. I... I was just concerned about you."
Isabela's eyes dodged, and she offered various explanations. But the more she tried to explain, the guiltier she appeared.
After touching the residue of alcohol on the back of his head, Dustin's brow furrowed even more.
Isabela's attack with the broken bottle had come so suddenly, without any warning. Moreover, it had targeted the back of his head.
If he were an ordinary person, he might have been lying on the ground by now.
Although her actions were driven by urgency, it was clear that in Isabela's mind, Dustin's status was far below that of Owen. She was even willing to sacrifice Dustin to save Owen.
Thinking of this, Dustin suddenly felt a bit foolish.
He regarded Isabela as a friend, willingly lent a helping hand multiple times, and even acted as a shield to help her escape from a scumbag boyfriend.
And the result? Not only did he not receive any gratitude, but he also got hit on the head with a wine bottle by Isabela as payback.
Now, he could be compared to clown looking in the mirror, inside and out.
Well, let's just chalk it up to a poor choice in friends.
Dustin shook his head in disappointment, and with a loose grip of his hand, he let Owen fall to the ground.
"Owen! Are you okay?"
Isabela rushed forward, her face filled with concern, as she carefully examined his injuries.
She didn't truly hate Owen; she had simply been angered and jealous. Seeing him injured now, her face displayed nothing but distress.
"Cough, cough..."
Owen coughed and massaged his neck. Once his breathing had returned to normal, he forced a smile. "I'm fine, these minor injuries are nothing. As long as you can forgive me, I'm willing to risk my life for you!"
This was a perfect opportunity to play the martyr, and he wasn't about to let it slip away.
"You're such a fool!"
Isabela alternated between joy and moved emotions.
It appeared that Owen had genuinely turned over a new leaf for her, even going so far as to risk his life in a duel for her sake. Such sincere feelings were truly rare.
She decided to forgive him.
After all, who among us is without flaws?
"Hehe... after all this fuss, it turns out that the clown was me all along?"
Watching the two of them, filled with affection for each other, Dustin couldn't help but smile with self-mockery.
After a series of ups and downs, the once-conflicted Isabela and Owen had chosen to reconcile. However, in his attempt to help, he had unwittingly become the sacrificial scapegoat and the villain of the story.
The irony of it all!
