You're Out Daddy

Chapter 215 Dense “Rest well. I’ll come and visit you another day,” Spencer squeezed out with much difficulty at the person lying on the bed. He then raised his head to look at the doctor and the nurse before walking over to them and shaking the doctor’s hand. “Thank you for taking care of her.” He then turned to Natasha and said, “Let’s go.” Natasha bobbed her head, and the two left. The doctor continued to look at them, puzzled. By then, the nurse had already walked over to the bed.

After making sure that the patient was fine, the nurse let out a relieved sigh. All of a sudden, she spotted Erin’s finger moving. “Doctor, the patient’s hand moved!” the nurse cried out. Hearing that, the doctor walked over to check her over. He then furrowed his brows and muttered, “T-This is a good sign! It seems like it’s a good thing for her family to visit. It strengthens her will to wake up.” The nurse nodded fervently in agreement. “This really is a miracle!” Outside, the two were chatting and walking. “I never thought you were so quick-witted.” Spencer sneered. “Is that what you mean by guarding the room?” They would have been discovered if his response had not been swift enough earlier. “It was exactly ten minutes; no more and no less,” Natasha replied. Spencer rolled his eyes at her and commented, “Dense.” Nevertheless, Natasha was unfazed. She turned toward him and asked, “So how was it? When will she wake?” “If nothing goes wrong, she’ll wake up tomorrow.” Hearing that, Natasha nodded. “Where do we go now?” “To meet the other person, of course.” With that, Natasha headed the other way. Spencer could only knit his brows in response. He had no idea why Natasha was trying to keep everything mysterious, but despite his thoughts, he followed her. Desmond was in the ward. He had bandages around his head, but he was still making multiple calls to seek help.

you going to ask? I have nothing to say to you,” Desmond retorted. Natasha then walked over to sit in front of him. Desmond’s frown deepened at the way she invited herself to the seat. “Who told you to be seated? Leave. I have nothing to say to you.” “I’ve gone to visit Erin before coming to you,” Natasha said. At that, Desmond froze, and a flash of hesitation danced across his eyes. Still, he soon calmed down and hissed at Natasha, “I’m surprised you’re shameless enough to visit her. If not

but you and Kenneth are the reason she’s in that state now!” he insisted. Natasha bobbed her head. “If that’s what you insist. It seems like we’ll only find out after Erin wakes.” Desmond snapped his eyes back to her. “Wake? She’s already in a vegetative state; how is she going to wake?” “The doctor has said that she’ll be waking tomorrow,” Natasha told him. “That’s impossible!” Desmond snarled. “Is it, or is it because you don’t want her to wake up, Mr. Lynch?” Natasha wondered. That

“And who are you?” “You have no right to know who I am. All you need to know is that I can save everyone I come across—even those on the brink of death,” Spencer enunciated confidently. Desmond barked out a laugh at that. “Do you think that I’m a three-year-old?” Spencer narrowed his eyes at Desmond. “Mr. Lynch, right? I’d like to ask something. Do you always cough at night, and do you always cough out blood? Yet, no matter how many tests you do, there seems to be nothing wrong with you.” Desmond stiffened, but he continued to stare at Spencer. Undoubtedly, Spencer was right. Spencer grinned. “It’s a problem that you have to treat, but only I can treat it.” Desmond kept staring at him for a long

that didn’t happen because of too much excitement at the moment. It’s best to pay more attention to it. Maybe one day,