Chapter 581 by Marina Vittori

“Dylan!” The sudden turn of events left everyone stunned. Nobody expected Dylan to collapse and spurt blood when he was still laughing a second ago. “Get him to the hospital, quickly!” Hector made a prompt decision and ordered someone to carry Dylan out.

“Hey, brat! Did you do this?” Jacob was about to leave when he thought of something and turned back, his expression menacing.

“What does it have to do with me? It’s his old injuries that resurfaced. If you’re looking for someone to blame, you should blame Tyler since he attacked him earlier.” Dustin shrugged. “You- Jacob was exasperated. However, he couldn’t start a scene without evidence.

“Jacob. You should go now. It’s more important to save Dylan,” Hector reminded him. “Let’s go!” Jacob glared at Dustin and left angrily, not wanting to waste any more time. Trent and Kate followed behind them. As the Harmons‘ most talented genius, Dylan’s safety would affect their future. He was already considered equal in standing to Hector, the family patriarch.

“Dear, what did you do to him?” Natasha got closer to Dustin and asked in a lowered voice. Something unusual clearly occurred for Dylan to suddenly collapse and spurt blood.

“What could I do? It was mainly because of Tyler,” Dustin said seriously.

“Do you really expect me to believe that?” Natasha rolled her eyes. “Nobody can hear us, so you’d

better tell me the truth.”

“Alright, I just aggravated his injuries and made it worse.” Dustin smiled. Dylan had sustained internal injuries from Tyler’s attack earlier. And when Dustin patted Dylan’s shoulder, he channeled another bout of violent true energy into his body. His unstable condition flared up

instantly.

“Will he die?” Natasha asked cautiously. Even though she didn’t get along with Dylan, he was still her uncle’s only son. As they were related by blood, she didn’t wish for him to lose his life.

“Don’t worry. He won’t die, but he’ll be suffering for a while. Perhaps, he might even have complications from it,” Dustin said meaningfully. In essence, Dylan would grow weak and constantly struggle with illnesses.

“As long as he doesn’t die, it doesn’t matter. Serves him right!” Natasha was indignant. She was still upset about the time he spiked the wine. Since he was terrorizing others again, naturally, he should be taught a lesson.

“What are you two whispering about?” Hector, who was standing not far away, suddenly interjected.

“Nothing.” Natasha grinned and changed the subject. “Dad, if it weren’t for Dustin, we would have

been in big trouble!”

“Not bad. Seems like we’re indebted to you again.” Hector nodded, looking impressed. He believed Dustin despite the skepticism from others. And that was because of what George said before he left.

“Not at all, Mr. Harmon. I didn’t do much,” Dustin responded politely.

“Dad, are you not going to do anything as a show of appreciation?” Natasha was slightly upset.

“What do you suggest? How about I give him your hand in marriage?” Hector joked.

“Huh?”