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

Meanwhile, Natasha tried calling Thalia a few more times after the line was cut off but her calls could not get through.

Natasha's brows furrowed in worry. She knew she could not afford to panic, but she could not care less about it. Just as she got up and was about to leave, Kenneth came up from behind her. Seeing her state, he immediately asked, "Where are you going?"

At the same time, he gently guided her back to her seat again.

Natasha looked up at him, her voice filled with unease as she said, "Thalia has had too much to drink outside. Someone was hitting on her over the phone just now."

"So?" Kenneth uttered, unperturbed.

"Thalia is in a bad mood right now. I can tell from her tone over the phone that she's upset, so I'm worried something might happen," Natasha explained.

"So, you're going there in person?"

"..."

At that moment, Kenneth said casually, "You're underestimating Thalia. She's not just anyone. Even the most formidable person may not necessarily gain an advantage in her hands." He was unfazed by the matter.

Upon seeing his reaction, Natasha continued to argue, "But she's drunk now. Even her voice is slurred. No matter how formidable she is, can she triumph over alcohol?"

After some thought, Kenneth looked at her and said, "Then, tell those who should be told, and let those who should go, go."

He was not being selfish. Rather, Natasha could not handle the matter with her current health condition.

The latter froze for a moment, then seemed to remember something. "Oh, right! Even my physical health is affecting my brain." As she spoke, she pulled out her phone and immediately called Spencer. Beside her, Kenneth watched on, his gaze unfathomable.

The call connected swiftly on the other end.

Natasha went straight to the point. "Spencer, you need to find Thalia quickly. She's run into trouble outside."

The man on the other end of the line was initially taken aback, then after a moment of silence, he finally spoke, "What could possibly happen to her?"

He still had a lot of faith in Thalia's abilities.

"She got drunk at the bar. When I called her just now, someone was hitting on her. I also heard the sound of a glass breaking. As for what might have happened... I don't even want to imagine," said Natasha. Spencer was taken aback for a moment.

"I know you two fought, but Spencer, I still want to tell you, don't let a moment of pride lead to an irreversible situation."

Spencer's knuckles whitened from how hard he was gripping the phone.

"Do what you think is best!" With that, Natasha ended the call.

Spencer sat there, his dark eyes seemingly unfathomable. However, in just a few seconds, he suddenly stood up and ran straight outside.

As he walked, he made a call. "Where is Thalia?"

Natasha was taken aback. "I have no idea. She was drunk when she answered the call earlier and refused to say anything when I asked her."

Spencer's pace decreased as he ran, and his brows knitted tightly.

"You go ahead. I'll look for her. Once I've found her, I'll let you know!" Natasha said.

At that moment, Spencer's gaze just happened to land on Anthony, who had just exited the room. Suddenly, the words Thalia had previously said to him surged into his mind...

"No need. I've got it covered!" With that, he ended the call abruptly.

Spencer walked straight toward Anthony. Upon reaching him, he stared at the latter and the watch on his wrist, panting heavily.

Anthony looked up at him with an air of indifference. "What do you want?"

Spencer stepped forward and grabbed the boy's wrist. "Does your watch have a shared location feature with Thalia's?"

Anthony's gaze swept over him indifferently before he nodded. "So what if it does?"

"Lend me your watch," Spencer demanded.

Anthony stared at him with furrowed brows.

"Or, you could come with me," Spencer said. "There's a good chance that something has happened to Thalia. I must go there now." Anthony's initial indifferent gaze instantly changed at the news that something might have happened to Thalia. "What did you say?" "I'll explain along the way." Without hesitation, Spencer picked up the boy, slung him over his shoulder, and turned to leave. Stunned, Anthony cried, "Let go of me. I can walk on my own."

However, Spencer walked straight to the car without a second thought. After opening the door, he tossed Anthony into the vehicle.

As he got into the car, he said, "Anthony, I know you're blaming me and Thalia because of the antidote, but I want to tell you that it's all because of me. It has nothing to do with Thalia. You know very well how she treats you and Nat." Spencer turned his head to glance at the boy. "I'm willing to accept any condemnation from you, but Thalia owes you nothing!"

Anthony stared at him with a conflicted expression.

Seeing that the boy had fallen silent, Spencer turned around and drove off.

Meanwhile, Anthony stared out of the window at the backseat.

After he had driven out of the manor, Spencer asked, "The address?"

Only after hearing that did Anthony lower his gaze to his wrist. He skillfully tapped on it and replied after seeing the address on the screen, "Santor Bar." The next moment, the car suddenly picked up speed.

Anthony quickly pulled over his seat belt and buckled it in the backseat.

He remained silent as he returned to staring out the window, his mind swirling with complex thoughts.

It would be untrue to say that he did not blame them at all, but if anything, Anthony understood clearly that from their perspective, they were not in the wrong. That was the reason for him feeling conflicted and upset.

Anthony didn't utter a word throughout the car ride. As for Spencer, he drove at breakneck speed.

Before long, the car pulled up in front of the bar.

As Spencer got out and went around the car, he noticed that Anthony had done the same.

The former was slightly taken aback by the boy's action.

"What are you looking at? Let's go!" Anthony said, heading straight for the bar.

Spencer took a deep breath as he watched the boy's retreating figure and quickly followed after him.

Upon entering the bar, they found it in complete disarray. As they stepped inside, quite a few police officers were there busy at work.

Spencer's face clouded over, and he immediately began to look around for Thalia.

He was just about to go in when the police officers at the entrance stopped him. "This place is temporarily closed. No one is allowed to enter."

Spencer said to him, "I'm looking for a friend."

"Friend? What friend?" the police asked.

While Spencer was describing Thalia's features, Anthony, who stood beside him, immediately pulled out his phone, found a photo, and showed it to them, saying, "This is the person."

The police officers leaned in to take a look. "Are you her family members?"

Spencer immediately nodded. "Yes."

"She's suspected of assault in a fight and has already been carried off," the police informed.

"Carried off?" Upon hearing those two words, Spencer's expression instantly changed, and even his voice became particularly low. "Is she injured?"

Hearing his inquiry, the police officers explained with a somewhat helpless expression, "No, she's just had too much to drink. She single-handedly fought off nine people, and all nine of them ended up in the hospital because of her."

Spencer was stunned.

Anthony looked up and exchanged a glance with him.

"Also, there's the matter of compensation for the damages at the bar. The party at fault is required to cover the full amount. I'm afraid you'll have to take care of that," said the police.

"The compensation is not an issue, but I want to know, what on earth happened?" Spencer enunciated every word while staring at them.