“You shameless bastard!” Dustin’s repeated refusal angered Dakota, the proud daughter of a wealthy family. Usually, people would be tripping over their feet trying to flatter her, yet here Dustin was, ignoring her.
“Who’s the shameless one?” Dustin raised an eyebrow. “Have you been eating so much junk food that you
fried your brain? This is Balerno, not Glenstead, so don’t give me that attitude!”
“You-” Dakota was so angry she gritted her teeth, but she couldn’t do anything else since she desperately needed him to save her mother. She would have already struck him if her mother’s life wasn’t at stake.
“What do you want, Rhys?” Dakota took a deep breath, trying to keep her anger at bay.
“I won’t make things difficult for you, for Dahlia’s sake, Dustin answered. “I can save her, but first, I want you
to stop that haughty attitude of yours and give me a sincere apology. Next, I want you to write a letter of
apology.”
“Never!” Dakota balked. “How could I, the daughter of the Glenstead Nicholsons, apologize to someone like you? Absolutely not.”
“Then forget about it. I’m not the one suffering anyway.” Dustin responded lazily. “But don’t say I didn’t warn
you. Your mother will die tomorrow if she doesn’t receive treatment in time.”
“You-” Dakota choked, her face dark. Although she didn’t like hearing that, it was still the truth. If her mother didn’t receive help in time, she would be dead by the next morning.
“Please leave if you aren’t happy with my conditions.” Dustin waved her away.
“I–I’ll do it!” Dakota eventually gave in. Biting her lip, she stammered. ‘I–I’m sorry. I was wrong.”
“Are you talking to the air? Speak up!” Dustin ordered.
“I’m sorry! I was wrong!” Dakota shouted, her face red. That was her first time apologizing to someone, and it was utterly humiliating.
“Fine. I’ll forgive you because of Dahlia, but you better remember not to be so arrogant from now on. Not everyone is as kind as me,” Dustin reminded her.
Dakota’s face darkened, and her palms ached from how hard she clenched her fists. She forced out a smile and asked, “You’ll save my mom now, right?”
“What about the apology letter?” Dustin asked instead.
“I’ll write it!” Dakota gritted her teeth and began writing as soon as she got some pen and paper. Soon, a long letter was completed.
“As expected of an aristocratic family’s lady. Your writing is perfect.” Dustin nodded, pleased. He stored the letter away and pulled out a bottle of pills. “Here. One pill a day, and she’ll be as good as new after a month.”
“Just this? Are you serious?” Dakota accepted the bottle and studied it suspiciously. “Are you messing with me, Rhys? My mom can be saved with just a few pills?”
“What else were you expecting? Was I supposed to open her up instead?” Dustin questioned back.
“Alright. I’ll believe you this once. Your medicine better work, or I’m coming for you!” Giving Dustin a vicious glare, Dakota turned to leave.
