You're Out, Daddy novel (Natasha and Kenneth)
Chapter 128

In somewhere unfamiliar and spacious, blood covered the floor.

Corpses were strewn all around Kenneth.

He was frantically looking around for something, opening door after door. However, when he entered a small courtyard, there were deep trenches everywhere. Noticing that he stepped on something, Kenneth turned back and saw that countless corpses of Natasha were lying in the trenches.

He instantly opened his eyes. "Natasha!" he suddenly shouted.

Natasha was just standing at the window and looking outside. Upon hearing his voice, she turned back to look at him.

Kenneth immediately sat up on the bed. As the wound on his abdomen was torn again, he furrowed his brows in pain.

Seeing this, Natasha immediately rushed over. "What's wrong? Are you all right?"

Kenneth's forehead was drenched in perspiration, and his face was pale. His eyes were blank as he stared at her, and he seemed to be still in shock from the nightmare. Just as Natasha was about to say something, Kenneth suddenly pulled her into his embrace and hugged her tightly.

Natasha was stunned by his actions.

After a long while, she finally spoke. "W-What are you doing?"

Kenneth remained silent and continued hugging her with his grip tightening around her.

As he thought about the scene in his dream just now, he felt as if his heart had contracted sharply, making him feel suffocated.

It's wonderful that I can see her now. It's great that she's all right!

He hugged her, feeling the joy of regaining something precious that he thought he had lost.

After a long while, Natasha asked, "Did... you have a nightmare? You dreamed

about... me?"

It was a question, but it was also a statement.

His reaction just now was enough to explain everything.

Having heard that, Kenneth suddenly realized something. He slowly calmed down and let go of her.

His gaze was slightly uneasy as he looked at Natasha.

"How are you feeling? Are you all right?"

Natasha nodded. "Yeah. Better than you, obviously."

Kenneth nodded in response.

Just then, Natasha noticed the wound on his abdomen. Because of his use of force just now, his wound started bleeding again. "I'll go get the doctor."

Just as Natasha was about to leave, Kenneth reached out and grabbed her all of a sudden.

Natasha looked back at his hand, which was holding her own. She then glanced back at him.

"I'm fine," he replied and gestured to her. "Sit down. Talk with me for a while."

Natasha looked at him and hesitated for a moment before she eventually sat down by the side of the bed.

Kenneth gazed at her. Even though he looked sickly, he still exuded an intimidating aura. "Give me an explanation." "What explanation?" Natasha asked.

"Why did you intentionally chase me away yesterday?"

Natasha thought that he was going to ask him about Anthony and was mentally prepared for it.

After pondering for a while, she replied, "Because I wanted to deal with it myself."

Kenneth narrowed his eyes and grumbled, "Do you know that you're risking your life by doing that?"

Natasha couldn't deny this.

There was a hint of frustration in Kenneth's eyes as he looked at her. "You did it for Old Mr. Watson and the kids?" It was both a question and a statement.

Natasha remained silent.

Kenneth's lips curled up into a cold smirk. "Natasha, you can just tell me—"

"Tell you what?" Natasha interrupted him before he could finish his words. She looked at him and scoffed, "Kenneth, we're already divorced. There's no reason for you to help me. I don't wish to owe you anything either. What makes you think I should allow you to be involved in this matter?"

Kenneth glanced at her and gritted his teeth. "Natasha, is that what you really think?"

"Yes." Natasha's answer was straightforward.

"Then do you not owe me anything now?" Kenneth continued. "With Denise and Benjamin's existence, we will always be involved in each other's lives!"

"Yes, they are your children, but my problems are not yours!" Natasha responded solemnly.

Hearing this, Kenneth paused. "So, are you admitting that they're my children now?"

Natasha never intended on denying this.

"Yes." She nodded.

Kenneth wasn't sure if he should be happy or frustrated at that moment.

As he looked at Natasha, he felt that she was a tough nut to crack.

After pondering for a long while, Kenneth said, "All right. It's fine if you don't want to involve me, but if Old Mr. Watson and the children knew what you were thinking, how do you think they would respond? If something really happened to you, what would happen to them?"

That was precisely Natasha's weakness.

She could care about nothing else, but they were the one thing that she couldn't neglect.

Seeing that she remained silent, Kenneth knew that he had hit her weak spot.

"Natasha, if you're a bit smarter, then don't reject help from others. Even if you're using me, you should at least protect yourself." Kenneth gazed at her and enunciated every single word.

Natasha glanced at him, and a hint of surprise flashed across her clear eyes.

Kenneth seemed exceptionally serious.

"Using you... Are you someone who can be easily used by others?"

"Of course not," Kenneth replied as he continued looking at her. "But for you, I'm more than willing to."

Natasha fell silent.

It was as if time had stopped for a while.

The two of them gazed at each other.

At that moment, silence meant more than words.

And at that moment of tension, the door was pushed open.

Liam rushed in anxiously. "Kenneth, you brat. Are you trying to kill me? Such a big thing happened, but you didn't even tell me. Are you trying to scare me to death?"

The moment the door was pushed open, Natasha retracted her gaze and immediately stood up.

"Old Mr. Hamilton."

Seeing that Natasha was also present, Liam was momentarily stunned. He looked at her, then glanced back at Kenneth, who was on the bed. Although he was covered in bandages and looked unwell, he seemed to be in good spirits.

"Oh, Nat is here too," Liam said.

Natasha nodded.

Liam walked up to her and asked concernedly, "How are you? Are you injured?"

"I'm fine. It's just that..." As she spoke, her gaze turned toward Kenneth, who was on the bed. She seemed to have thought of something and continued, "Old Mr.

Hamilton, Kenneth got injured from trying to save me. I was initially going to inform you, but I didn't have the chance to. So blame me if you're angry. I'm willing to take full responsibility!"

Natasha was aware that no matter how harshly Liam scolded Kenneth, deep down, Liam genuinely doted on him.

Since she was the reason for his injury, Natasha didn't want to hide it.

When he heard this, Liam was stunned for a moment. His gaze darted between the two of them.

His heart indeed ached for Kenneth. But after hearing Natasha's words, he suddenly felt a bit different.

For some reason, Liam's lips curled into a smile as he said, "What's the big deal about a grown man getting hurt? What's there to get angry about? I'm relieved as long as you're fine."

Kenneth was at a loss for words.

Is this really the same person as the one who just walked in?

"A man is supposed to be bold and courageous and protect his nation, his woman, and his children from the moment he was born. He was only doing what was expected of him. If he allows you to get hurt, then I won't let him off!" Liam said with a chuckle.