“Guards! Arrest him and take him to the West Prison!”

With a brisk command from Arthur, armored soldiers stormed into the McCall family villa.

His fury burned bright. Punishing Dustin was the only thing that could quell it.

“Mr. Arthur,” Allison said hastily in a pleading voice. “Would you grant our family some leniency and set this matter aside for now? My grandfather is gravely ill, and without treatment, he might not survive…”

Reluctantly, Arthur relented. “Fine. But once Mr. Graves cures your grandfather, he’s a dead man.” He shot Dustin a venomous glare, and his voice dripped with menace.

Dustin did not even flinch.

“Please, follow me.” Allison led the group toward her grandfather’s room.

The atmosphere inside was heavy with despair. Jonathan lay motionless on the bed. He was barely clinging to life. His breaths were faint and labored.

Anyone could see he was days, if not hours, from the brink of death.

It was no wonder Allison had risked her future in d