Dahlia seemed adamant about getting things over and done with. But just as she picked up the third cup of tea and was about to serve it, someone's hand stopped her. She turned around and found that it was Dustin. With a frosty expression, he said, "Let me do it this time."

"You?" Dahlia did not understand what he was playing at. Knowing him, he wasn't one to bow down to others' wishes easily. Could he be doing this for her?

"Who do you think you are? Do you think you are even fit to serve Grandma tea?" Dakota questioned arrogantly. She was here to shame Dahlia, not this good-for-nothing scumbag.

"Hmph! You uncultured folks! How dare you speak in my presence?" Gloria lifted her chin, obviously dissatisfied.

"It's just a cup of tea, what difference does it make who serves you? I'm in an absolutely brilliant mood today, so I'll personally serve you your tea. Here." Dustin picked up the cup and walked up to Gloria.

Then, under everyone's disbelieving gaze, he emptied the entire cup over G