You're Out Daddy

Chapter 688

In the car, Spencer's eyes were trained on Thalia as he held her hand, showing no signs of loosening

his grip anytime soon.

Natasha drove at lightning speed, wishing that the car could grow wings and fly back.

She sped all the way, flooring the gas pedal throughout the entire drive.

Although she knew that Thalia would be fine when the latter woke after passing out, she understood

that kind of agony all too well. For that reason, she was still very much anxious.

Even when they reached the castle, Thalia remained unconscious.

After bringing the car to a stop, Natasha scrutinized Spencer's worried countenance before advising,

“Spencer, if you truly care about Thalia, don't relent and give her any opportunity to do such a thing!”

Spencer held her gaze. “I don't want to relent either. But then, I don't want to see her in even greater

pain.”

“I don't know what happened between you both, but you must make her stay here at present, even if it

means lying to her! Today, she merely slashed her arm with a glass fragment, but the next time, it might

be her wrist instead!” Natasha warned.

Upon hearing that, Spencer snapped his eyes up to her.

Natasha merely flashed him a smile. “Don't be surprised. I, too, had such a thought when the poison

within me flared up.”

Spencer pressed his lips into a thin line. Indescribable torment and conflict stained his devilish features.

“Come on, let's bring her back to her room,” Natasha urged.

Spencer carried Thalia as though she was a precious treasure, carefully shielding her in his arms. He

took her upstairs to her room.

Only after they had settled Thalia and dealt with her injury did Natasha's heart that had been lodged in

her throat finally settle back into her chest. She then turned to Spencer and stated, “There's one more

thing I think I should tell you.”

Lifting his eyes, Spencer looked at her.

“If it weren't for the flare-up this time, she would have most likely gone to seek Boss out alone,”

Natasha divulged.

That stunned Spencer to the core.

“Therefore, it's your decision whether to have her stay.” Having said that, Natasha retracted her gaze.

Thereafter, she spun on her heel and walked out.

In other words, she was giving them some space alone.

As the door slammed close, Spencer's eyes fell on Thalia, the look in them growing increasingly

intense.

Outside, Natasha found a quiet spot and sat down.

Her eyes were fixed on an area as though she was lost in contemplation. At the same time, it also

appeared as though she was spacing out. Under the sunlight, her striking face was rendered

extraordinarily aloof.

At that precise moment, Dave returned from outside and happened to catch sight of her. Startled for a

moment, he asked, “Why are you sitting here alone? Where's Kenneth?”

As his voice drifted into her ears, Natasha looked up at him and forced a smile. “He's probably out and

will be back very soon!”

Hearing that, Dave bobbed his head. Then, he studied her closely. “So, is something wrong with you?”

“I'm fine.” Natasha shook her head.

“You don't look like you're fine,” Dave pressed on.

Natasha pondered for a while before she raised her eyes and pinned them on the man. “Can I ask you

for a favor, Dave?”

Since it was rare for her to speak to him in such a solemn manner, Dave was exceedingly curious to

know what exactly she wanted to say. He nodded. “What is it? As long as it's within my capabilities, I'll

be more than glad to help!”

“I heard from Benjamin that you have an armory.”

In response, Dave bobbed his head. “Yes, that's right. What about it?”

Natasha pursed her lips lightly. “Can I have a tour of it?”

Following her request, Dave narrowed his eyes a fraction. “Of course. But are you also interested in

such a thing?”

“Yes!” Natasha fibbed.

Alas, her expression and tone didn't quite match her answer. Dave eyed her suspiciously.

“Okay, then. I'll have Kenneth bring you over later.”

When Natasha heard that, she ventured, “Can't I go by myself?”

Dave glanced at her. “Your intention isn't as simple as a mere tour, yes?”

At that, Natasha chuckled. “You can tell?”

“I can only say that you're indeed bad at lying!” Dave replied.

Ultimately, Natasha nodded in admission. “All right. I actually want a self-defense weapon.”

“Self-defense?” Dave eyeballed her, still dubious about her claim.

“Can I?” Natasha questioned directly.

Dave's eyes remained fixed on her. “Does Kenneth know about this?”

“No,” Natasha admitted honestly.

A frown marred Dave's countenance as he scrutinized her.

“It's because I don't want him to know that I'm speaking to you about this personally. If it isn't possible,

forget that I ever mentioned it,” Natasha said, her eyes never once leaving him.

Dave mulled it over for some time before turning his gaze back to her. “Okay, I'll get you a weapon

later.”

Natasha was momentarily taken aback, but she didn't ask further questions, merely murmuring, “Thank

you.”

“I only have one condition before doing so,” Dave amended.

“What is it?”

“You can't turn the gun on yourself,” Dave asserted.

Upon hearing that, Natasha abruptly burst into giggles. Her joy made for a mesmerizing sight. “Don't

tell me you thought I wanted to commit suicide?”

“Well, no, but one can't be too careful.”

“Don't worry. I'm not at that level yet. Even if it's for the sake of the triplets and Kenneth, I'll go all out to

continue living!” Natasha vowed.

At that, Dave bobbed his head. “That's great. I understand now. I'll give you a weapon soon.”

“What about Kenneth, then?”

“I'll keep it a secret from him temporarily,” Dave promised.

“Thank you!” Natasha exclaimed.

“No worries. It's nothing,” Dave replied.

In response, Natasha inclined her head at him.

Subsequently, Dave shot her a questioning look. “If there's nothing else, I'll go and get busy first.”

“Sure!” Natasha flashed him a faint smile.

With a final look at her, Dave withdrew his gaze. He whirled around and headed into the house.

After he had left, Natasha remained sitting on the stool outside. She stared into the distance, still

thinking about something or other.

Dave dragged his feet until he reached the door. It wasn't until then that he glanced back over his

shoulder in Natasha's direction with an indescribably cryptic look in his eyes.

A while later, he again retracted his gaze before turning around and heading in.

Shortly after, Kenneth and the triplets came back.

As soon as the car came to a stop, they all spotted Natasha and headed toward her right away.

“Nat!”

“Nat!”

The triplets sprinted over to her. Denise threw herself into Natasha's arms before gazing up at the

latter. “Nat!”

Meanwhile, Natasha looked down at her. “What's wrong?”

Frowning, Denise asked, “What exactly is wrong with Thalia?”

At that subject, Natasha's brows furrowed.

“Don't tell me, you've got no idea either, Nat!” Denise added.

“Who else said that?”

“Daddy. He said you don't allow him to concern himself with other women's affairs!” Denise groused.

Hearing that, Natasha lifted her eyes and swung her gaze to Kenneth.

Walking right over, Kenneth sat down next to her and pulled her into his arms. “Well? Isn't that the

truth?”

With her eyes on him, Natasha forced a smile.

Kenneth proceeded to turn to the triplets. “Listen up. I'll settle the score with the three of you later for

secretly following me out. Now, return to your rooms first. I've got something to discuss with Nat.”

“We've also got something to ask her!” Denise argued.

“In that case, let's wait for our turns, okay?” Kenneth proposed.

“Daddy, we were the ones who first asked a question. You should wait for your turn instead, no?”

Denise retorted.

His brows creasing, Kenneth stepped forward and pinched her on the cheek. “You should be directing

your question to the right person. The answer isn't here.”

“But—”

“Denise!” Just then, Anthony shook his head at her.

Denise jerked her head back and glanced at her brothers before giving up.

“Daddy, Nat, we're going upstairs first!” Anthony declared.

In turn, Natasha inclined her head at him.

Anthony got to his feet and headed into the house. Seeing that, Benjamin and Denise followed suit.

“Whot obout Kenneth, then?”

“I'll keep it o secret from him tempororily,” Dove promised.

“Thonk you!” Notosho excloimed.

“No worries. It's nothing,” Dove replied.

In response, Notosho inclined her heod ot him.

Subsequently, Dove shot her o questioning look. “If there's nothing else, I'll go ond get busy first.”

“Sure!” Notosho floshed him o foint smile.

With o finol look ot her, Dove withdrew his goze. He whirled oround ond heoded into the house.

After he hod left, Notosho remoined sitting on the stool outside. She stored into the distonce, still

thinking obout something or other.

Dove drogged his feet until he reoched the door. It wosn't until then thot he glonced bock over his

shoulder in Notosho's direction with on indescribobly cryptic look in his eyes.

A while loter, he ogoin retrocted his goze before turning oround ond heoding in.

Shortly ofter, Kenneth ond the triplets come bock.

As soon os the cor come to o stop, they oll spotted Notosho ond heoded toword her right owoy.

“Not!”

“Not!”

The triplets sprinted over to her. Denise threw herself into Notosho's orms before gozing up ot the

lotter. “Not!”

Meonwhile, Notosho looked down ot her. “Whot's wrong?”

Frowning, Denise osked, “Whot exoctly is wrong with Tholio?”

At thot subject, Notosho's brows furrowed.

“Don't tell me, you've got no ideo either, Not!” Denise odded.

“Who else soid thot?”

“Doddy. He soid you don't ollow him to concern himself with other women's offoirs!” Denise groused.

Heoring thot, Notosho lifted her eyes ond swung her goze to Kenneth.

Wolking right over, Kenneth sot down next to her ond pulled her into his orms. “Well? Isn't thot the

truth?”

With her eyes on him, Notosho forced o smile.

Kenneth proceeded to turn to the triplets. “Listen up. I'll settle the score with the three of you loter for

secretly following me out. Now, return to your rooms first. I've got something to discuss with Not.”

“We've olso got something to osk her!” Denise orgued.

“In thot cose, let's woit for our turns, okoy?” Kenneth proposed.

“Doddy, we were the ones who first osked o question. You should woit for your turn insteod, no?”

Denise retorted.

His brows creosing, Kenneth stepped forword ond pinched her on the cheek. “You should be directing

your question to the right person. The onswer isn't here.”

“But—”

“Denise!” Just then, Anthony shook his heod ot her.

Denise jerked her heod bock ond glonced ot her brothers before giving up.

“Doddy, Not, we're going upstoirs first!” Anthony declored.

In turn, Notosho inclined her heod ot him.

Anthony got to his feet ond heoded into the house. Seeing thot, Benjomin ond Denise followed suit.