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

"We'll need to go back and complete the statement to understand the specifics, but according to the on-site witnesses, it was your acquaintance who threw the first punch!" said the police officer. Spencer furrowed his brows after hearing that. "I'm asking if she's hurt?"

Who initiated the conflict didn't matter to him. What he cared about was whether Thalia had been hurt in any way.

Speaking of which, the police officer looked him up and down, then said with a complex expression, "She's not hurt. She's fine. She's sleeping like a log after beating others up."

After saying that, he couldn't help but mutter, "I've never seen a woman who could be this fierce."

Spencer and Anthony didn't utter a word.

They exchanged glances, feeling rather helpless.

As the police were about to leave, Anthony spoke up. "Where is she now?"

"She's already been brought back to the police station by our men."

"Which police station?"

So, the police told them straight away.

Subsequently, Spencer and Anthony left the bar. Once they got in the car, Spencer immediately started driving. At that moment, Anthony picked up his phone and made a call.

"Mr. Dave, I need a favor from you," Anthony said on the phone.

Spencer glanced sideways, casting a look at Anthony, the expression in his eyes unfathomable.

Two hours later, Spencer got out of the car, carrying the drunken Thalia in his arms.

Anthony and Dave followed suit.

After watching Spencer carry Thalia inside, Anthony turned his head to look at the person next to him. "Mr. Dave, thank you for your help today, and sorry for the trouble." Dave nodded thoughtfully. "Hmm, it is indeed troublesome." He then looked at Anthony. "Does this count as another favor Darknetz owes me?"

Anthony replied, "Consider it a personal debt I owe."

Dave glanced at him. "That's worthless."

"Mr. Dave, all you did is made a phone call. Considering this a favor I owe you is already a more than sufficient compensation," said Anthony.

"All right, fine. I'll accept that," Dave said.

Anthony curled his lips into a smile. "I'll go in and take a look first, then."

"Off you go," Dave said.

And so, Anthony headed straight inside.

Watching his retreating figure, a faint smile played at the corners of Dave's mouth.

Meanwhile, inside the room, when Spencer carried Thalia inside, Natasha and Kenneth also hurried over.

Natasha sat in the wheelchair, with Kenneth pushing her directly to the side of the bed. At that moment, she appeared thin and frail, radiating a kind of morbid beauty.

As soon as she entered, her gaze fell on the person lying on the bed. "How is Thalia? Is she all right?" Natasha asked softly.

Spencer shook his head, then gently set Thalia down, whispering, "It's nothing. She just drank a bit too much."

Natasha looked at the person on the bed. The latter's face flushed red, and she was clearly drunk. However, she was sleeping particularly soundly at that moment. Natasha furrowed her brows slightly, then said, "I heard from Anthony that she got into a fight at the bar and took on nine people?"

Spencer pursed his lips, then nodded resignedly.

"How is she? She's not injured, is she?" As she spoke, Natasha's gaze turned to Thalia, giving her a thorough once-over.

Spencer turned around to get something to sober her up while speaking in a low voice. "No, I've already checked."

Natasha was in the midst of examining Thalia when she heard those words. Suddenly, she halted her actions and looked up at him.

"You checked?" Natasha raised an eyebrow, her expression full of playful mockery.

"Yes," Spencer responded in a low voice.

Natasha's gaze gradually focused. She lifted her eyes to look at Kenneth beside her. He was watching from the side with an air of indifference as if the matter at hand was none of his concern.

Natasha withdrew her gaze, then looked at Spencer teasingly. "So, did you check thoroughly? Do you need me to help you check more thoroughly?"

It seemed as if Spencer had picked up on Natasha's teasing tone. He turned to look at her. "What does it matter if it's thorough or not? I merely performed my duty as a doctor."

Taking in his righteous appearance, Natasha sneered. "Spencer, if I didn't know you, I would have actually believed what you just said!"

"Believe what you want. It's just that people in this world are inherently short-sighted. It's normal." With that, Spencer walked over, gently lifted Thalia's head, and fed her the hangover remedy. Natasha was rendered speechless. He's even snapping back at me.

However, Natasha didn't have the energy to argue with him. She let out a soft sigh, then asked, "So, why were you guys arguing?"

Spencer had just finished feeding Thalia. Hearing the question, he paused slightly in his actions.

"I heard from Denise that you two had a big fight, even talking about breaking up," Natasha probed further.

Placing Thalia down flat, Spencer stood up and said, "We were never together in the first place, so how could we have broken up?"

Upon hearing that, Natasha's eyebrows immediately furrowed. She turned to look at Spencer. "You-"

"What about me?" Spencer turned around and asked her in return, regarding her with a look as if questioning her if she didn't already know what happened between him and Thalia. Natasha was so frustrated with him. She looked at Spencer and couldn't help but speak up. "Spencer, you're always like this. Life is about looking forward, not backward." She took a deep breath before continuing, "It was because you said something like this, so you two argued. Is that right?"

Spencer narrowed his eyes, shaking his head. "No."

"What's the reason, then?"

Spencer fell silent; his lips pressed together.

"Spencer-"

Just as Natasha was about to say something, suddenly, a hand gently rested on hers. Natasha lifted her gaze to look at the person towering over her.

"Nat, this is a private matter between them. We better not interfere." Kenneth spoke up.

Natasha originally wanted to say something else, but after glancing at Kenneth, she decided against it.

She was naturally indifferent to such matters, but now, for her, Thalia was no longer just an acquaintance.

Pursing her lips, Natasha turned her gaze to Spencer, "All right. I won't interfere in your private affairs. But Spencer, compared to Thalia, you are a friend I've known for a longer time. I understand your feelings for each other better than anyone else, so more than anyone, I hope for a good outcome between you two."

Natasha fell silent for a long while before adding, "Cherish every moment you have together."

Spencer's gaze was fixed on a certain spot, and he was still not uttering a word.

"Take care of Thalia for me. I'm going to rest in my room." After saying that, she glanced at him, and Kenneth stepped forward, guiding Natasha away.

Just as they reached the door, at that moment, they saw Anthony walking over from outside.

When Anthony saw Natasha seated in the wheelchair, his steps faltered. Even though he was fully aware of the situation, he could only pretend to be oblivious when he saw Natasha in that state. Suppressing his impulse, Anthony walked over and said, "Nat.”

Natasha looked at him with a smile. "You're back?"

"Yes." Anthony nodded.

"All right. You go check on Thalia. I'm tired, so I'll head back to my room to rest first," Natasha said in a low voice.

"I'll accompany you," said Anthony, stepping forward.

"No need. Your daddy's here," Natasha said with a smile.

Anthony looked at her, saying nothing more.

Before leaving, Natasha looked at him and whispered, "Keep an eye on Spencer and Thalia. Don't let them argue anymore." Anthony gave a slight nod.