You're Out Daddy

Chapter 768 Cringier Than A Soap Opera

Without a second thought, Thalia nodded. “Okay, I'll go with them first.”

As she continued eating, she instructed, “Boys, hurry up and eat. We'll be going over soon.”

Benjamin nodded.

As for Anthony, he simply raised his gaze to give Natasha a look before going back to his food.

After the meal, Thalia and the children headed to the shooting room.

Before they left, Anthony threw Natasha a glance as if he had something to say.

Noticing the look on his face, Natasha queried, “What's on your mind?”

“Nothing much. I just want to remind you to drink less coffee and alcohol!”

“I know...” Natasha nodded in acknowledgment.

Just as Anthony was deliberating on something, Thalia's voice rang out. “Are we going or not?”

“Coming!” Anthony answered.

“Men shouldn't dawdle that much.” Just as she spoke, Thalia headed off with Denise in tow.

Anthony didn't respond to the remark and quickly followed Thalia after giving Natasha a look.

Benjamin, who was beside him, asked curiously, “What's up with you?”

“What do you mean what's up with me?” Anthony threw the question back at his brother.

“It's unlike you not to respond. You would usually have a ready retort to whatever Thalia has to say,” Benjamin

teased.

Anthony seemed distracted to him.

“What's wrong with you today?” Benjamin asked again.

It was then that Anthony snapped out of his thoughts. “What?”

Benjamin let out a sigh. “What's wrong with you over the last two days? Why do you look preoccupied?” Anthony

asked.

“Was I?” Anthony denied.

“Don't you think I understand you well enough?” Benjamin pressed on.

Anthony knew that he couldn't get Benjamin off his case unless he gave the latter something. Pondering for a

moment, he explained, “It's nothing much. Daddy just instructed me to keep an eye on Nat due to her weak

health.”

“Did Daddy say that?” Benjamin asked.

“He did. Don't you know about it?”

“When?”

“Some time ago. He wanted us to watch after Nat.”

Benjamin's brows furrowed. “Wasn't that a long time ago?”

“No, it wasn't. He just said it a few days ago. Can't you see that Nat has lost weight?” Anthony spoke as he walked.

When Benjamin turned around to look, he saw Natasha standing by the door in a light-colored dress. From her tall

and slender side profile, it was evident that she had indeed lost weight.

“You're right. She does look thinner,” Benjamin commented.

“That's why you should keep an eye on her too. Remind her to take something more nutritious instead of drinking

coffee all the time,” Anthony suggested.

“But coffee and wine are her life!” Benjamin protested.

“It will take her life if she consumes too much of them,” Anthony countered.

“Stop exaggerating!”

“Just remember to watch her closely instead of being engrossed in your project,” Anthony reminded.

Benjamin nodded in the end. “Fine, I know what I must do.”

“Let's go,” Anthony suggested as both of them quickly caught up with Thalia.

Meanwhile, Natasha stood by the door and watched Kenneth, who was still on the phone.

She then shifted her gaze upstairs with narrowed eyes.

Without a moment's hesitation, she got up to her feet and walked up to Spencer's lab, where she knocked on the

door.

Despite not getting a reply, she pushed the door open and walked right in.

Inside, Spencer was seated at his desk. After throwing him a glance, Natasha took her seat right opposite him.

However, Spencer continued working with his vials without looking up.

“Is the result out already?” Natasha spoke suddenly after observing him for a while.

Spencer froze momentarily before continuing with what he was doing.

In spite of his silence, Natasha could tell that it was a tacit affirmative.

“Come on; tell me what's wrong?” Natasha asked candidly.

“What do you mean what's wrong? The result isn't out yet. We might still need to wait a day or two,” Spencer

answered.

His reply triggered a faint smile on Natasha's face. “Spencer, you might be able to fool someone else with those

words but not me.”

Faced with Spencer's silence, Natasha took a deep breath. “Both you and Kenneth look out of sorts in the morning.

Does he already know?”

The more Spencer refused to speak, the more Natasha was sure of her supposition.

“Is it about the cure?” Natasha asked with a frown. She then mumbled, “If it weren't, both of you wouldn't be

reacting this way...”

Staring straight at Spencer, Natasha added, “Spencer, are you really going to let me continue speculating?”

Only then did Spencer stop whatever he was doing and raise his gaze to look at her.

“After knowing each other for so long, can't we just speak candidly, Spencer?” Natasha asked.

Spencer steeled himself and looked her in the eyes. “The results are out.”

An indiscernible glint flashed across Natasha's eyes.

Spencer then took a deep breath. “The vial does hold the antidote...”

“But coffaa and wina ara har lifa!” Banjamin protastad.

“It will taka har lifa if sha consumas too much of tham,” Anthony countarad.

“Stop axaggarating!”

“Just ramambar to watch har closaly instaad of baing angrossad in your projact,” Anthony ramindad.

Banjamin noddad in tha and. “Fina, I know what I must do.”

“Lat's go,” Anthony suggastad as both of tham quickly caught up with Thalia.

Maanwhila, Natasha stood by tha door and watchad Kannath, who was still on tha phona.

Sha than shiftad har gaza upstairs with narrowad ayas.

Without a momant's hasitation, sha got up to har faat and walkad up to Spancar's lab, whara sha knockad on tha

door.

Daspita not gatting a raply, sha pushad tha door opan and walkad right in.

Insida, Spancar was saatad at his dask. Aftar throwing him a glanca, Natasha took har saat right opposita him.

Howavar, Spancar continuad working with his vials without looking up.

“Is tha rasult out alraady?” Natasha spoka suddanly aftar obsarving him for a whila.

Spancar froza momantarily bafora continuing with what ha was doing.

In spita of his silanca, Natasha could tall that it was a tacit affirmativa.

“Coma on; tall ma what's wrong?” Natasha askad candidly.

“What do you maan what's wrong? Tha rasult isn't out yat. Wa might still naad to wait a day or two,” Spancar

answarad.

His raply triggarad a faint smila on Natasha's faca. “Spancar, you might ba abla to fool somaona alsa with thosa

words but not ma.”

Facad with Spancar's silanca, Natasha took a daap braath. “Both you and Kannath look out of sorts in tha morning.

Doas ha alraady know?”

Tha mora Spancar rafusad to spaak, tha mora Natasha was sura of har supposition.

“Is it about tha cura?” Natasha askad with a frown. Sha than mumblad, “If it waran't, both of you wouldn't ba

raacting this way...”

Staring straight at Spancar, Natasha addad, “Spancar, ara you raally going to lat ma continua spaculating?”

Only than did Spancar stop whatavar ha was doing and raisa his gaza to look at har.

“Aftar knowing aach othar for so long, can't wa just spaak candidly, Spancar?” Natasha askad.

Spancar staalad himsalf and lookad har in tha ayas. “Tha rasults ara out.”

An indiscarnibla glint flashad across Natasha's ayas.

Spancar than took a daap braath. “Tha vial doas hold tha antidota...”

“And?”

“The antidote contains a special substance that I have no idea what it is. The only thing I can think of is that it's

something only Boss has. Therefore...”

“Therefore, there's only one vial of antidote available?” Natasha asked.

Filled with regret, Spencer nodded. “That's right.”

After a brief moment of silence, a smirk flashed across Natasha's face. “This situation is cringier than a soap opera

plot.”

“I'm sorry, Nat,” Spencer apologized.

When Natasha raised her gaze to look at him, Spencer felt the need to be decisive. “I deliberated upon the matter

deeply once the result was out, to the extent of considering giving Thalia the antidote in secret. I was willing to do

anything to keep her alive.”

Spencer locked gazes with Natasha as he spoke. “In fact, I was even ready to pay for it with my own life!”

His words didn't come as a surprise to Natasha. Instead of showing any anger, she was a sea of calm. “So, why

didn't you do it?”

Spencer looked to the ground as he clenched his fist. This was the very first time he felt helpless and cowardly in his

entire career as a doctor.

“Spencer, to be honest, there's no need for you to apologize. For you to think this way, tell me about it, and even

feel torn between Thalia and me, that's a sign of how much you value our friendship. Otherwise, you would have

gone ahead and done it already.” Natasha paused briefly before adding, “Besides, it's only natural that you have

such thoughts. If Kenneth were in your place, he would definitely behave the same way as you.”

Spencer looked up at her with his dark obsidian eyes. Despite her nonchalant words, he felt the need to say what

was necessary.

“Nat, I owe Thalia a debt that can never be repaid. If you're upset with me over this, I'll be willing to compensate

you with anything, including sacrificing my life.”

Natasha chuckled in response. “What can I do with your life? You had better save it for the betterment of society.”

Surprise that she could still laugh in the face of such circumstances, Spencer stared at her.

All of a sudden, Natasha scratched her head with a frown before leaning back into her chair. “That aside, I'm

curious to know what really happened between you and Thalia. Why is it so hard to clear the air?”

Spencer's brows furrowed in frustration at her attempt to discuss something like that, given the circumstances.

“That's not important at all!”

“Come on, don't be a spoilt sport.” Natasha added, “If you can convince me, I'll let this matter slide.”