You're Out Daddy

Chapter 340

Huh? I thought it'd be tricky to persuade Natasha. It never occurred to me that she'd suddenly agree

and entrust them to me. I didn't bother much about it at first, but now, I have to admit that I feel the

weight of responsibility. This is probably what she wants. She wants me to remember her warning

clearly and take this matter seriously.

With that thought in mind, Thalia looked at Natasha. “You're entrusting the triplets to me... Do you trust

me that much?”

Natasha nodded.

“Why?” asked Thalia.

Natasha arched an eyebrow. “It's probably because... I know you well.”

“Know me well... You're saying that you know me well?” Thalia repeated questioningly.

“Yeah.” Natasha nodded.

“How can that be...” Thalia began with a laugh. Turning to Natasha, she noticed the latter's

extraordinarily resolute gaze. It did not seem as though she was joking.

“We haven't spent much time together, so how could you know me well?” she queried.

Natasha looked at her, enunciating each word slowly and clearly as she replied, “That's because I

know how to read minds.”

Thalia stared at her blankly for several seconds.

“Read minds?” she echoed doubtfully.

Looking solemn, Natasha simply nodded.

“Are such things actually real?” Thalia did not sound convinced.

Natasha looked at her directly and responded, “Why not? Mind reading is also a type of psychology. It's

just that it goes under a different name. Those with a higher plane of consciousness can read people

through their minds.”

Thalia stared at her for a long time, dumbfounded.

Perhaps because of Natasha's personality, she did not appear to be someone who would lie. Hence,

Thalia actually started to believe her.

More importantly, if this is true, that'd explain why I always get chills in my heart whenever I see her.

Every time she looks at me, it feels as though she can see right through me. Mind reading, eh? I see...

While those thought were running through Thalia's mind, Anthony walked over.

He leaned in and looked at the two ladies as he asked, “What are the two of you chatting about?”

Natasha smiled as she gazed at him. “Nothing. We're just talking about random stuff. Why haven't you

gone to rest?”

“Oh, I wanted to talk to Thalia about something,” he answered.

Natasha glanced at Thalia, then nodded. “Go on, then.”

“What about you, Nat?”

“I'll go back to my room and turn in after I finish this glass,” she replied, swirling her glass of wine.

Anthony nodded. “Goodnight, then. Sweet dreams.”

“Okay.”

With that, Anthony shot Thalia a look. The latter returned to her senses and left with him.

As they walked away, Thalia looked a little absent-minded.

“What's gotten into you?” Anthony enquired.

Thalia turned to him and frowned. “Anthony, why didn't you tell me earlier about your mother's ability to

read minds?”

Anthony was stunned. “Read minds?”

“Yeah!” Thalia responded, then let out a long sigh. “And here I was, puzzling over why I always had an

indescribable sense of guilt every time I saw her. Now, I finally understand why.”

He paused for a moment before asking, “Did she tell you that?”

“That's right.”

“What did the two of you talk about?”

At that, Thalia responded, “She's worried about your safety. She wanted me to guarantee and promise

that I'd protect the three of you in the future.”

Anthony was stunned upon hearing that. He turned back to gaze at Natasha, who was still sipping her

red wine under the pavilion. She was lounging languidly, yet she exuded an indescribable air that

reflected the beauty of solitude.

She doesn't say much, but she always arranges everything secretly. As a mother, that's perhaps the

most genuine expression of care and concern she has toward her child.

Unbidden, a lump rose in Anthony's throat.

“What's wrong?” Thalia reached out a hand and waved it in front of his eyes.

Returning to his senses, Anthony composed himself and shook his head. “It's nothing. Did she say

anything else after that?” he asked while looking at Thalia.

Thalia continued, “After that, I asked your mother why she trusts me so much. She said it's because

she knows me well. Then, I got dragged here.”

Anthony stared at her in silence.

What she probably meant by that was she thoroughly investigated Thalia's background. However, she

couldn't say that, so she said it was because she could read minds...

Anthony could not refrain from sighing at that thought.

When did Nat become a big fool too? As expected, one is truly a product of one's environment. It must

be a result of her spending too much time with Daddy. However, I can't blame Thalia for foolishly falling

for it. With a face like Nat's, I'm afraid others will end up believing anything she says. Those who are

reserved and not good with words look more trustworthy. Like Thalia, I would've also accepted that

explanation if I didn't know Nat as well as I do...

While Anthony was deep in thought, Thalia asked, “What are you thinking about?”

He snapped back to his senses. “Nothing!”

She looked at him, still riddled with doubt. “Does she really know mind reading?”

“She...” He was about to respond when he suddenly recalled how Thalia had threatened him. If I lie to

her again, I'm afraid things will really end badly...

As that thought surfaced in his mind, Anthony forced himself to refrain from finishing his sentence.

Turning to Thalia, he said, “Maybe... it's something even more impressive than mind reading.”

Thalia did not read too much into his answer and merely took it at face value.

“Is she really that amazing?”

“What did you expect? Why else do you think the three of us are so smart?” he quizzed.

“Isn't it because of Kenneth...”

“However, even my father submits to my mother because she has him wrapped around her little finger.

So, who do you think has the upper hand?”

“Kenneth submits to her because he's bewitched by her feminine charms,” Thalia reasoned.

Anthony stared at her, momentarily at a loss for words. Sometimes, it's no wonder I don't tell the truth.

I've already given such an obvious hint... However, she manages to come up with a logical reason to

counter that. It's so logical that I can't even say anything to refute it!

He gazed at her with deep sympathy as the thought crossed his mind. “Thalia, you should count

yourself lucky that you don't have to rely on your smarts to live your life,” he remarked. Then, without

waiting for her to respond, he turned to leave while shaking his head.

She stared at his back as he walked away, furrowing her brows unhappily. “Wait, what do you mean by

that? Explain yourself clearly. Anthony Watson!”

“I can't!”

Meanwhile, Natasha had practically finished the entire bottle of wine by the time she had had enough

to drink. She moved to get up and return to her room to rest.

However, as soon as she stood up, she lost her balance. A hand suddenly reached out and steadied

her.

Looking up to see Kenneth's face with its aristocratic air right in front of her, she broke into a smile.

“Kenneth?”

Kenneth adored the way she looked when she called his name. It was as though she was being

coquettish and fully relied on him.

Her voice sounds even more alluring in the dark of night.

He fixed his eyes on her as emotions surged within his gaze.

“Are you drunk?” he asked, a hint of restraint in his husky voice.

She shook her head. “Nope. It's just that my feet feel a little numb.”