You're Out Daddy

Chapter 903 A Fairy

Thalia found herself outside Natasha's room. Just then, she unexpectedly bumped into Denise.

Spotting the little girl emerging from the room, Thalia greeted her with a playful smile, “Oh, you're up early too.”

Denise yawned. “Good morning, Thalia.”

“If you're feeling tired, maybe you should go back to sleep for a while,” Thalia suggested before entering the room

herself.

“Are you looking for Nat?” Denise asked.

In response, Thalia gave a dip of her head.

“But Nat's not in the room.”

“She isn't? Where did she go then?”

“I just made a call and it seems like they're all outside, enjoying the sunshine,” Denise informed her.

Hearing this, Thalia chuckled lightly. “Nat sure knows how to enjoy herself, huh?”

“That's exactly what I'm thinking too. It's really strange.”

“Let's go and take a look,” Thalia suggested.

“Okay.” Denise nodded, and the two of them walked outside together.

The sun rose in the east, signaling the arrival of autumn. The morning air carried a subtle chill, but its warmth was

gradually spreading as the sun climbed higher.

As Thalia and Denise stepped outside, they scanned the surroundings for a while before finally spotting a figure

dressed in white sitting not too far away.

From a distance, Natasha was wrapped in a deep khaki blanket, her white robe contrasting with the surroundings,

giving her an ethereal and enchanting appearance. She seemed like a fairy who had found her way into the mortal

realm.

As Thalia drew closer to Natasha, her eyes lit up with delight, and she couldn't help but comment, “Nat looks

truly...”

A perplexed Denise queried, “Truly what?”

“Beautiful!”

Denise chuckled, a faint smile gracing her lips, with a touch of satisfaction evident. “Absolutely!”

The two of them strolled along, engaged in light banter. “I was complimenting Nat, so why are you acting so

smug?”

Denise's eyes glimmered with mischief as she gazed at Thalia. “Of course, I should be proud. Let's set aside the

rest; she's my Nat after all. Even if I can't inherit all of her genes, I should be able to claim at least half, don't you

think?”

Thalia playfully averted her gaze, her tone feigning seriousness. “But you know, they say daughters often resemble

their fathers. What if you end up inheriting less than half of that?”

Denise remained unfazed and responded with a smile, “Well, even if I take after my daddy, it wouldn't be too bad,

would it?”

“Who told you that? You'd turn out ugly!” Thalia retorted, looking at her.

“You're just biased against my daddy!”

“I'm unbiased, but he's still ugly!”

“Hatred has clouded your judgment!” The little girl shook her head helplessly.

Thus, the two of them bantered as they walked, quickly reaching Natasha's side.

“Mommy!” As soon as she got close, Denise immediately called out and ran straight to Natasha.

Natasha gazed at them, and at that moment, Denise affectionately launched herself into her arms, nuzzling her

head against Natasha's, “Nat, Mommy, I've missed you so much!”

Natasha's lips curled into a smile. “Denise, it's about time you changed your opening line. It's getting stale!”

“I meant what I said!” said the little girl.

“Okay, I missed you too,” Natasha replied warmly.

“Really?” Denise inquired, finally lifting herself from Natasha's embrace. She had rushed into the hug earlier without

paying much attention, and now, seeing Natasha up close, Denise was a bit surprised.

“Nat, you—” Denise looked at her, suddenly speechless.

“What's wrong?” Natasha asked.

“W-Why are you...” Her words were on the tip of her tongue when Thalia appeared, drawn by the sound of her

voice.

“You sure know how to enjoy yourself...” Thalia's statement faded as soon as she laid eyes on Natasha's gaunt

form.

In that instance, Natasha resembled a dandelion, with its petals already dispersed, appearing as though they could

break with the gentlest of breezes.

Thalia observed, her complexion shifting.

“H-How did this happen?” she asked, her eyes filled with shock.

It appeared as if Natasha had foreseen their response; she offered a casual smile and inquired, “What's the

matter?”

Thalia leaned closer, her gaze fixed on Natasha. “Just a few days have passed since we last saw each other. How is

it possible that you've...”

“I just tried to lose weight. I didn't anticipate the outcomes to be this conspicuous!” Natasha persisted with this

justification.

“Quit with the absurd excuses!” Thalia dismissed her words, disbelief evident in her eyes. “You're not even

overweight. Why would you need to lose weight?” While speaking, her glance wandered, and she caught sight of

Kenneth entering the room, holding a cup of something.

At the sight of him, Thalia exploded in fury. “Kenneth Hamilton, is this your way of looking after Nat? How did she

reach this state? Is this your version of showing love for her?”

Confronted by her accusations, Kenneth appeared almost oblivious. He advanced toward Natasha, leaned down,

and presented her with a cup. “Take a sip of water,” he gently suggested.

As she observed his silence, Thalia's frustration intensified. “Kenneth, I'm talking to you! What good is water? If

you're incapable of looking after her, then I will!”

Kenneth displayed a hint of discontent as he raised his gaze to meet hers.

Natasha, apprehensive that another argument might ensue, shook her head at Kenneth. Observing her gesture,

Kenneth managed to suppress his words.

Natasha once again turned her gaze toward Thalia, softly uttering, “Thalia.”

Thalia didn't respond, her gaze still fixed intently on Kenneth.

Upon seeing the situation, Natasha reached out and tugged at Thalia's sleeve. “This has nothing to do with him.”

Thalia eventually directed her gaze downward, locking eyes with Natasha, concern evident in her expression. “How

can it not be his responsibility? If he didn't take proper care of you, it's on him!” As she spoke, she crouched down,

arranging the blanket around Natasha. “No, it's chilly out here. You shouldn't stay here. Let's head indoors.”

“I'm fine!” Natasha chuckled. “Being cooped up indoors every day was stifling. Now, having the chance to gaze at

the sky and experience the breeze feels wonderful!”

Thalia gazed at her, her brows knitting with worry. All she could feel was a pang of sorrow. “Where is Spencer? How

could he allow you to reach this state? No, I have to talk to him later and ask just how he's been taking care of

you!” Thalia exclaimed, her tone tinged with frustration.

“It's not his fault either...”

“Why isn't he to blame!” Thalia exclaimed, her gaze briefly shifting toward Kenneth. “It's their responsibility, being a

man and a doctor, to ensure your well-being!”

Kenneth stood off to the side, his gaze profound and shadowed. His typically pallid complexion now bore a touch of

discontent.

“Rather than assigning blame here and there, it might be more worthwhile to contemplate whether one's own

actions have contributed,” he retorted, his tone carrying a chilly edge.

Hardly had he concluded his statement when Natasha directed her gaze upward, locking eyes with Kenneth. It was

only then that Kenneth shifted his gaze away, choosing silence.

Natasha followed suit, redirecting her gaze toward Thalia.

In that instant, Thalia was momentarily caught off guard. She then rose to her feet, regarded Kenneth, and

inquired, “What are you implying?”

The man remained quiet, his gaze anchored to Natasha's shoulder, seemingly disregarding Thalia's words entirely.

“What do you mean by that!” Thalia roared.

“Thalia,” Natasha addressed her, her gaze focused. “It doesn't mean anything. He was simply speaking without

much thought.”

Alas, those words fell on deaf ears as Thalia cast her gaze downward, fixing her eyes on Natasha, her captivating

gaze conveying an inexplicable mixture of emotions.

It appeared as if she had understood something.