Dustin kept dialing and making calls while he drove. However, no matter how many times he dialed, Dahlia never answered. For some reason, Dustin was anxious. It felt as if something important was slowly slipping out of his grasp.

He stepped on the accelerator and headed straight for Nicholson Villa. Ever since they got divorced, he'd never set foot in that place again. But at that moment, he couldn't care less.

After he arrived, he rushed to the entrance, ringing the doorbell and pounding on the door persistently.

"How rude! Can't you knock gently?" Following the annoyed voice, the door opened.

"Dustin? What are you doing here?" Florence frowned, looking upset.

Dustin went straight to the point. "Where's Dahlia? I need to see her!"

"Hmph! What makes you think you can just barge in here to see her? Get lost!" Florence responded harshly. She was about to close the door as she spoke when the door was blocked by a foot.

With a solemn expression, Dustin said, "I know Dahlia is in