You're Out, Daddy novel (Natasha and Kenneth)
Chapter 65

After celebrating Celia's birthday, they prepared to head back.

Just when Natasha walked out of the corridor and reached the staircase, her phone rang.

It was a call from Denise. Natasha picked it up and said, "Hello?"

"When are you coming home, Nat?"

"I'm going back now. It'll take around half an hour..."

While watching Natasha take the call, Thomas and Ross was discussing so enthusiastically that they did not notice someone walking over briskly.

Pushing the trolley along the corridor, the person dashed toward Natasha.

"Okay, I'm going to stop talking to you. I'll ask Ms. Watson." As he spoke, Ross glanced at Natasha. At that moment, he noticed something amiss and yelled, "Be careful, Ms. Watson!" When Natasha turned around, the trolley crashed into her back. She lost her balance and tumbled over.

"Ms. Watson!"

"Ms. Watson!"

Thomas and Ross dashed forward immediately.

Luckily, the steps were not high. Natasha quickly grabbed the railing and stopped herself from rolling down the stairs.

"How are you? Are you okay?" asked Ross.

Still immersed in shock, Natasha looked up at the culprit who was standing at the top of the staircase.

He was in his mid-thirties. His face was completely pale and his long hair concealed most of his face. A devilish smile played on his lips.

Natasha stared at him while he glared at her with a look of hatred and hostility.

Thomas approached him. "What's wrong with you? Don't you know that this is really

dangerous?"

That man remained silent.

"Do you think that this is over if you don't say anything!" yelled Thomas.

However, that man kept quiet and continued glaring at Natasha with an extremely vicious gaze.

"Are you mute? Say something?" Thomas became agitated.

At that moment, a nurse and doctor rushed over upon hearing the commotion. They looked at that man. "Gary, did you get into trouble again?”

Looking at Thomas, they quickly apologized. "I'm so sorry. He's a patient at our hospital, but he doesn't have any relatives. He went through a huge shock recently, so he isn't really mentally stable. "I'm so sorry."

Thomas's heart softened when he heard that. "But this is too dangerous! What if he hurts someone?" "We're really sorry," apologized the doctor again.

However, it was obvious that he had nothing to do with this.

"You shouldn't be apologizing to me..." As Thomas spoke, he glanced at Natasha.

Realizing what was going on, the doctor looked at her. "Are you injured?"

Natasha averted her gaze from that man and shook her head. "I'm fine."

"I'm so sorry about this. We didn't keep a close watch on him."

"You aren't the patient, nor are you his family member. There's no need for you to apologize to me. I'm really all right," assured Natasha as she looked at the medical staff.

"Thank you for being so understanding." With that, the doctor glanced at the man. "Gary, apologize to her."

However, he merely smiled and did not say anything. It was an extremely vicious and menacing smile. "Apologize!" repeated the doctor.

"It's fine," said Natasha.

The doctor looked at her. "He isn't like this normally. But regardless, I'll still apologize on his behalf."

She shook her head.

"We'll bring him back," said the doctor.

With Natasha's implicit acknowledgement, he and the nurses dragged the man away.

"You deserve to die!" snarled the man before he left, flashing an evil smile at Natasha.

"You..." Thomas glared at him.

"Gary!" yelled the doctor before looking at the rest. "So sorry again." He then dragged that man away. Looking at his back, Natasha frowned.

"He's crazy!" spat Thomas furiously before walking toward her.

"The doctor already said that he's mentally unstable," added Ross.

"How are you, Ms. Watson? Are you injured?" asked Thomas.

"Help me pick up my phone," said Natasha.

Ross immediately walked over and picked it up. "The screen is broken."

She took the phone from him. Afraid that Denise would be worried, she tried to turn her phone on, but it was futile.

"Let's go," she said. However, when she limped when she walked forward.

"Are you injured?"

"I twisted my ankle. It's no big deal."

"Are you sure? Is it not a bone fracture? We're at the hospital now, so we can do a checkup right away!"

"Shut up. Let's go!" Natasha walked away.

Meanwhile, the call had ended because Natasha fell down the stairs.

Denise was overwhelmed with worry, having heard the yell in the call at the last moment.

She paced around the house worriedly.

"What should we do? Did something bad happen to Nat?"

Anthony tried calling Natasha again, but the call could not get through.

"Should we try to locate where she is?" suggested Benjamin.

Anthony was about to agree when his phone rang.

Even though it was an unfamiliar number, his instincts told him that it was from Natasha.

He immediately picked it up. "Hello?"

"It's me," said Natasha.

"What happened to you, Nat? Are you all right?" "I'm fine. I accidentally dropped my phone on the ground, so it's spoilt now. Don't worry, I'm almost reaching home," assured

Natasha.

Only then did Anthony heave a sigh of relief. "Got it."

"This is my colleague's phone. All right, I'm going to stop talking now. I'm reaching home soon, so I'll explain later."

"Okay!"

After he hung up the call, Benjamin and Denise stared at him intensely.

"Nat says that she's fine. She'll be reaching home soon," said Anthony.

"I'm going to fetch her." After saying that, Denise ran downstairs.

Thomas and Ross sent Natasha to her house.

The moment she got out of the car, Denise sprinted over. "Nat!"

Suppressing the pain in her foot, Natasha caught Denise in her arms. However, Denise still noticed that something was amiss. "Nat, what happened to you?”

"I twisted my ankle."

A look of heartache appeared on Denise's face. "Nat..."

"It'll be fine after two days."

"Really?"

"Yeah." Natasha nodded.

"I'll support you."

Natasha nodded.

Meanwhile, Thomas and Ross kept staring at Denise. She's so adorable like a living doll!

"Ms. Watson, is she your little sister? I didn't know that you had one! She's so cute, unlike you," exclaimed Thomas.

"You're blind," retorted Natasha.

Denise looked at them. "Who are you?"

"We're your sister's friends. I'm Thomas and he's Ross!" explained Thomas. "What's your name, little girl?"

"Denise!" "Denise? That's an interesting name. Little girl, is your sister fierce at home?" whispered Thomas.

Denise lowered her voice and said, "I don't dare to answer this question in front of her." Thomas laughed. "You're so adorable! So much cuter than your older sister!"

Unable to control herself, Natasha rolled her eyes.