As they walked out of Hummer Villa, Natasha, who'd put up a strong front earlier, suddenly felt her knees buckle under her. She almost fell flat on her face. Dustin quickly caught her and asked worriedly, "Are you okay? Do you feel sick?"

"No, I'm just out of strength. My knees feel like jelly." She shook her head. She'd been on edge earlier; now that she could relax, she felt weak.

"Ms. Harmon, I'll carry you!" Isfrid stepped forward and volunteered to help her.

"I don't want to inconvenience you when you're seriously injured," Natasha said.

"I'm fine. These injuries mean nothing." Isfrid patted her chest to show she was okay.

"You're seriously injured if I say so!" Natasha's tone suddenly became stern. She glared at Isfrid.

"Huh?" The realization dawned on Isfrid when she glanced at Dustin. "Oh, uh, yeah. I feel really dizzy."

"I'll do it." Dustin looked helpless as he swept Natasha into his arms. She had a strong personality but was only an ordinary woman—she had to be