Not twins novel (Natasha and Kenneth)
Chapter 979 I Will Stay Right Here With You

Natasha immediately walked over, looking at him. "No need, I can go in by myself!"

Dave glanced at her, "I certainly don't want to wait for Kenneth to wake up and scold me."

"He won't..."

"He will," Dave said with absolute certainty, "In his eyes, you are as precious as a treasure. I wouldn't dare." Natasha wanted to say something else, but after some thought, she ultimately chose to accept it as it was.

Even though the desire to see Kenneth was incredibly strong, there really was no rush at this moment.

Soon, Mike came out pushing a wheelchair. Upon seeing Natasha, he immediately understood Dave's intentions and pushed it directly in front of her. “Natasha."

Natasha took a look. "Thank you."

"Let me push you."

"No need. I'll do it." At this moment, Spencer stepped forward and said.

Mike glanced over. As he knew they had been friends for many years, he nodded, and stepped aside to let them through.

"I'll go in for a bit," Spencer said, looking at Thalia behind him.

"Alright." Thalia nodded.

As a denizen of Darknetz, she couldn't, and indeed wouldn't be able to infiltrate DX Group. Merely knowing of its existence was already an exception, let alone the idea of actually getting in. It was simply impossible.

"Spencer will be out soon," Natasha told her.

"No hurry as I'm not busy," Thalia said. "Don't worry. I'll wait for you right here." Natasha nodded.

And then, they headed straight inside.

After watching them go in, Thalia finally let out a deep sigh of relief.

Just then, her phone rang again. She picked it up, and saw it was a call from Kyle. Thalia's eyebrows furrowed, and then she answered the call, walking off to one side.

"Hello..."

...

Inside the base.

Throughout the entire time, Natasha remained silent. Her demeanor was calm and indifferent, making it almost impossible to discern any emotion.

However, before entering the room, Dave suddenly stopped.

He stepped forward, looking at her as he spoke, "Before Kenneth fell unconscious, his greatest worry was you. So, no matter what happens, I hope you can remain calm." Natasha looked at him. "Do I not seem calm to you?"

Dave nodded. "I hope you can keep it up."

"Rest assured, I'm not the type to make a terrible scene. Nor am I one to die for love. You have nothing to worry about."

Dave wanted to say something, but looking at Natasha's resolute expression, he nodded instead. "I won't go in then. Anthony is inside, you and your family should have a good talk." "Alright."

He glanced at her, then Dave said, "I'll go take care of some other things first." Without waiting for Natasha to say anything else, he turned and walked away.

Natasha sat in the wheelchair, her gaze was sad.

"Don't blame Dave. He's just trying to make things right between you and Kenneth," said Spencer.

"Don't worry." Natasha said, "I'm well aware of who treats me well."

Spencer nodded, and then, the door automatically opened, and he ushered her in.

Upon entering, a hospital bed was immediately visible in the center of the room. Kenneth was lying on it, wearing an oxygen mask, with various tubes inserted into his body. Although a blanket covered him, concealing any visible injuries, the overall impression was one of being on the brink of death.

Natasha just stared straight at his face, her gaze indescribably complex.

Anthony sat on the edge of the bed, oblivious to who had entered the room. Without turning his head, his gaze remained fixed on Kenneth. He was still holding his phone, playing Natasha's voice messages one after another.

At this moment, Spencer looked on, his brows furrowing in an expression of discomfort.

"Anthony," he said softly.

Anthony still didn't turn around.

"Ahem, ahem." Spencer feigned a cough.

At that moment, Anthony slowly turned around. "I want to stay here and keep..." He didn't finish his sentence. Upon seeing Natasha, he froze completely.

"N-Nat?" Anthony murmured.

Natasha looked at him. Even though she was extremely upset inside, she still managed to put on a smile on her face. "What's the matter? Are you surprised to see me?" Anthony's nose tingled instantly, and then his eyes reddened. At this moment, the appearance of Natasha somewhat eased the heavy stone that had been pressing on his heart.

"No..." Anthony choked up, his gaze dropping. After a moment of pause, he said, "Daddy, he..."

"I know everything now," said Natasha.

Anthony looked at her directly, wanting to say something, but he couldn't utter a single word.

"Spencer said that you've neither eaten nor drunk anything since you've returned. What's the matter? Do you want to fall before your father does?" Natasha asked.

"I can't eat..."

"You must eat, even if you're not hungry. Besides, as a man, you should handle your own mess, and not leave it for others to clean up. Thalia is still waiting for you outside," Natasha said.

"I'm not..."

"If that's not the case, then go solve it yourself," Natasha said to him. At this moment, she seemed just like a mother scolding her son. Anthony hesitated for a moment, then stood up. "I understand."

He slowly walked towards Natasha, and just as he was about to speak, Natasha beat him to it, "Your father has me here. Don't worry." Anthony nodded.

At this moment, Natasha also spoke up, "Spencer, could you please push me over there, and then take Anthony out to eat something?" "Alright." After responding, Spencer directly pushed Natasha to the side of Kenneth's bed.

When it was time to leave, Spencer looked at her. "Kenneth's injuries may seem severe, but his physical condition and will to survive are much stronger than others. So even if he doesn't wake up within seventy two hours, it's okay. As long as he wants to wake up, he will eventually."

Listening to Spencer's words, Natasha looked up. “So, what you're saying is, even if someone becomes vegetative, there's a chance they might wake up one day. Is that what you mean?" Spencer squinted his eyes. What he wanted to convey wasn't exactly this, but it seemed there was no issue with this interpretation either.

Watching his embarrassed expression, Natasha spoke up, "I understand what you're trying to say. Don't worry, you've known me for so many years, so you should understand me. I'm not a fragile person." Spencer looked at her and nodded.

"Could you please close the door on your way out?" Natasha said softly.

After giving her a glance, Spencer turned and started walking towards the outside. Upon reaching the door, he took in the scene inside one last time. He closed his eyes, then turned around and walked out.

Inside the room.

After Spencer left, the room fell into silence.

Natasha turned her head, her gaze falling on Kenneth. His face was marred with numerous scrapes, yet even so, it didn't diminish his handsomeness. He was unconscious, but he looked as if he was merely sleeping. His features were exquisite, a slight frown creasing his brow as if there was something he couldn't let go of even in his unconscious state.

Looking at him, Natasha reached out her hand to gently smooth his furrowed brows, then spoke softly, "Kenneth, if you're tired, rest well. Don't overthink things. I'm here with you, and I'm not going anywhere."