The Harmon family had placed their hope in the Grant family’s help before knowing the truth, but now, they finally understood that running away in fear was useless. If the Grants were willing to go as far as to frame the leader of the Harmon family, there was no way they would care about Hector’s survival.
“What? Cat got your tongue? Remember to use your head next time!” Andrew reprimanded them before turning to look at Dustin. “Dustin, I’m so sorry you had to suffer because I didn’t educate them properly.”
“Not at all, Sir Andrew. Thank you for defending me in time.” Dustin smiled in gratitude.
Although the Harmon family had a few ungrateful individuals, there were still people who were reasonable and just.
“I feel so ashamed… I don’t know what would have happened to our family if you hadn’t helped us catch the real murderer.” Andrew sighed.
Their family prided itself on being a powerful family with countless elites. Yet, when something happened to their leader, it was a young outsider who saved the day.
“Father, it was our shadow guards who caught the killer. What does it have to do with that brat?” Jacob mumbled in displeasure.
“You fool!” Andrew snapped. “If Dustin hadn’t used himself as bait to expose the killer’s whereabouts, do you think that the shadow guards could have captured that man?”
“What? Dustin caught the culprit?” The crowd was astonished to hear that.
“Dustin helped us so much, yet all of you wanted to harm him instead! What a bunch of ungrateful bastards!” Andrew’s blood boiled. “All of you here shall kneel before our ancestral altar and repent your actions!”
Hearing this, the group of people scuttled away dejectedly, letting the room quiet down once
more.
“Thank you for coming, Grandfather, or things would have escalated.” Natasha let out a breath of relief. She had been worried about being caught between a rock and a hard place if the two parties began fighting.
“An old man like me might not be much use anymore, but I can still take care of those brats easily.” Andrew flashed a comforting grin. He had just displayed what it meant to be the head of a patriarchal family.
“Grandfather, how should we deal with this man?” Natasha turned her attention to the
murderer.
“Since we’ve caught the real killer, we must restore your father’s innocence,” Andrew stated
earnestly. “I’ll take a few men with me to visit Sir Moran and explain things to him immediately.”
“Thank you so much, Grandfather.” Natasha nodded.
“Silly girl. There’s no need to thank me. I’ll be off now.” Andrew smiled before leaving with
his men.
“Get some rest, Natasha. I’ll visit you again tomorrow.” Dustin also bid her farewell.
“Can’t you stay with me?” Natasha pleaded, reluctant to be alone.
“I can’t. I’m currently the Grants’ wanted criminal. However, I’ll be coming over to reapply your wound dressing tomorrow.” Dustin consoled her.
“Alright, then. Be careful.” Natasha didn’t press.
“Goodnight.” Dustin smiled and left the room. He was secretly followed by two people, hidden in the darkness.
The night quickly flew by. Early in the next morning, a military vehicle slowly rolled up to the entrance of the Harmon estate.
When the car door opened, a haggard-looking Hector emerged.
“Mr. Hector? He’s back!” The guards at the entrance lit up upon seeing Hector and dashed in to spread the word.
Soon, Natasha and the others came rushing out to greet the man.
“Dad, you’re back! How are you feeling? Are you hurt anywhere?” Natasha fussed over Hector, surprised to see him.
“I’m fine. Sir Moran let me out as soon as they realized that I had been framed,” Hector answered, smiling.
