“Alright, Haley. Don’t make things difficult for Uncle Dustin. Look, his forehead is already
dripping with sweat.” Natasha couldn’t help but laugh, trying to save Dustin from embarrassment.
Only he would get bullied by a child so badly.
“Uncle Dustin, you’re sweating? Let me wipe your forehead.” Haley took out a couple of tissues and began to dab at Dustin’s forehead.
“Haley, it’s getting dark. You should head back with Mom,” Nelson interjected.
“But I still want to talk to Uncle Dustin.” Haley seemed reluctant to go.
“It’s your birthday tomorrow, right? We can talk more tomorrow,” Dustin hurriedly added.
“Really?” Haley’s face lit up with joy.
“Of course.” Dustin nodded seriously.
“Pinky promise,” Haley said while sticking out her pinky finger.
“I promise.” Dustin smiled and hooked his pinky with hers.
“Uncle Dustin, I want to tell you a secret.” After linking pinkies, Haley leaned close to Dustin’s ear.
She whispered, “Dad keeps coughing a lot these days. He must be sick. Could you take good care of him for me?”
“Of course.” Dustin nodded with a smile.
“Here, this is a transformer I just bought. I want to give it to you.” Haley took out a toy and thrust it to Dustin.
“If you’re in trouble, you can use it to transform into Mister Strong. Take care of my father and maintain world peace.”
Dustin broke into laughter. “Okay. I’ll transform into Mister Strong and take care of your father.” This little girl was such a funny kid.
“Then it’s a deal. Bye!” Haley waved. Then, she followed her mother and left happily.
“Nelson, I really can’t imagine how your daughter is so cute when you’re so tough and brawny.” Dustin was envious.
“Heh, she got it from her mother.” Nelson laughed, looking proud.
Although his little girl was a chatterbox, she was a considerate angel.
“It looks like your wife is going to give birth any time now. For now, you don’t have to personally see the gang’s matters. Spend more time with your wife and child. Pregnant women need extra care,” Dustin reminded him.
“Thanks, Sir Rhys. I’ll do that.” Nelson nodded with a smile.
While the two were speaking, a beautiful woman suddenly walked in.
When Dustin raised his head, his expression froze.
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It was none other than Dahlia!
“What are you doing here?” Natasha raised an eyebrow as her smile disappeared.
“I heard Dustin was sick, so I came to see him.” Dahlia plopped a fruit basket on the table.
“Naturally, I should be the one to take care of him when he’s sick. You don’t need to worry about him,” Natasha said lightly.
“Ms. Harmon, you were born with a silver spoon in your mouth. You’ve never gotten your hands dirty. So, you may not know how to take care of someone properly,” Dahlia replied coldly.
“Hmph, even if I’m useless, I’m still better than a certain ungrateful someone,” Natasha retorted sarcastically.
Dahlia frowned slightly. She didn’t have the patience to continue bickering, so she walked straight to the bed.
She hesitated for a moment before saying, “Dustin, how are you? Where are you hurt?”
“Thanks for the concern, Ms. Nicholson, but I’m fine,” Dustin said indifferently.
“Good” Dahlia sighed in relief before continuing, “I wanted to talk to you about what happened that night.”
“What’s there to talk about? It’s all in the past.” Dustin remained unmoved.
