"Ms. Nicholson, did you come here because you wanted something from me?" Dustin asked when he saw how tense the atmosphere was.

"What, do I have to have a reason for coming here?" Dahlia glared at him.

"I didn't mean that." He looked awkward.

"Whatever. Let's get down to business—you know Dr. Rowan Cross, right? I want to ask him to examine someone." Dahlia stopped beating around the bush.

"Examine someone?" Dustin sized her up, then checked her pulse. Confused, he said, "Aside from your period being a little out of whack, you're fine. You just need to control your emotions and diet."

"You're the one who's out of whack!" Dahlia glared at him again, her face turning red. "I didn't say I was the one who needed an examination—it's for a relative of mine who suddenly fainted yesterday. She's been complaining of a headache, but the hospital said she's fine. She wanted Dr. Cross to examine them just to be sure."

"I see." Dustin nodded. "There's no need to bother Dr. Cross for som