When Dustin returned to Peaceful Medical Center, everything that had been smashed and damaged had been cleaned up.

The whole clinic was like new again.

Dahlia was sleeping on the table, leaning on it with a slightly haggard look on her beautiful face and eyebrows slightly furrowed.

Looking at her, Dustin felt a complicated mix of emotions and couldn't help but feel grateful. After all, she had saved Gregory's life.

He took off his coat and draped it over Dahlia.

"Mmm?"

Dahlia trembled all over and instantly woke up. "You're back? Are you hurt?"

"I'm fine, thank you for today," Dustin said politely.

"Don't mention it; it's only right for me to take care of Mr. Jones when he's injured," Dahlia said, pursing her lips.

"Have you eaten? Are you hungry?"

"A little."

"You want your usual, spaghetti bolognese?"

"Mmm, thank you."

"Wait a moment." Without much ado, Dustin walked into the kitchen and began to skillfully cook the dish.

In the three years of their marriage, whenever