You're Out Daddy

Chapter 516

Three hours later, they safely returned to DX's territory and remained in Dave's house.

Dave could finally breathe a sigh of relief when they arrived home.

They wouldn't bat an eyelash even if members of Vermillion Base, who were in pursuit of them, made it this far, for even Vermillion Base would have to think twice before acting boorishly here.

In the room, Dave and Natasha helped Kenneth settle in.

“Your room's right across the hallway, Ms. Watson. Just make yourself at home, and let the housekeeper know if there's anything you need,” said Dave while looking at the woman beside him.

Natasha nodded. “Thank you.”

The man's gaze swept past her as he said, “No need for thanks. I still have some things to take care of. You should go ahead and get some rest.”

Just then, Natasha called out to him, “Wait.”

Dave turned around and looked at her.

Natasha's gaze then shifted to the man who was lying on the bed. She furrowed her brows slightly, a tinge of worry crossing her face. “It's been three or four hours already, yet he still hasn't regained consciousness. Is he going to be all right?”

Dave shifted his gaze at Kenneth when he heard Natasha's words. Curling the corner of his lips upward, he reassured the worried woman, “He hasn't slept for many days, and he lost quite a bit of blood. It's normal for him not to regain consciousness for some time.”

“He hasn't slept for days?” A hint of surprise glinted in Natasha's eyes.

Dave nodded at her. “He was worried and needed to make some arrangements, so he barely got any shut-eye.”

Natasha contemplated for a moment before turning her gaze toward the unconscious man behind her.

“If you're worried, I'll get a doctor to come over and check,” suggested Dave.

“No need. If that's the case, then just let him rest.”

Dave nodded in agreement. Seeing how intently the woman was looking at Kenneth, he didn't utter another word and quietly retracted his gaze before leaving.

Natasha walked toward Kenneth and sat by his bed. While she looked at him, the images of Kenneth saving her came flooding back into her mind. She couldn't help lifting the corners of her lips.

After what seemed like a long time, Anthony and Benjamin walked into the room.

The two children had just taken a shower and changed into a fresh set of clothes, making them look sharper.

When they stepped inside and saw Natasha was still watching over their father, the two boys suggested, “We'll look after Daddy, Nat. You should go clean up!”

“I'll stay for a little longer.”

“Geez, Nat, we'll be right here. We promise we won't let Daddy out of our sights, not even for a single second.” As he spoke, Benjamin hooked his arm around Natasha's and began walking her out. “Nat, you should think about the others even if you don't care about yourself. You're covered with blood and dirt. Get yourself cleaned up. You'll feel much better, and it'll be a treat to the eyes!”

Natasha turned to look at the boy. “A treat to whose eyes?”

Benjamin stilled for a split second before wittily responding, “Mine and Anthony's!”

“You two have seen me in various states already.”

“Gosh, Nat. I bet you won't dare to argue if Denise was here,” retorted Benjamin.

There was nothing else Natasha could say at this point.

She cast a worried glance at the man on the bed before finally relenting. “I'll go get cleaned up, then. You two watch over Kenneth closely, all right?”

“Don't worry, Nat. We'll make sure to do a great job, perhaps even better than you did,” Benjamin reassured.

A smile tugged at the corners of Natasha's lips, and she didn't say anything more as she made her way out.

“Nat, your room is the one right across the hallway!” Anthony reminded.

“Got it!”

Natasha headed straight for her room after leaving Kenneth's.

She'd left her luggage in Boss' car and was worried she wouldn't have another set of clothes to change into after washing up. However, Natasha was greeted by a ton of clothes as soon as she entered the room.

There were all sorts of luxury and designer clothes on the bed.

The style of the clothes was minimalistic, and they all looked timeless.

Initially, Natasha thought a woman must have lived here in the past, but she quickly noticed that all of the clothes still had their tags attached, and they were all in her size.

When she recalled how Anthony reminded her about her room, Natasha figured that the clothes must've been prepared for her.

At that, she stopped standing on ceremony, took the clothes, and headed to the bathroom to wash up.

The sensation of warm water hitting her skin felt so comfortable that Natasha couldn't resist closing her eyes.

Everything that happened in the past few days began replaying in her mind like a movie.

Natasha never expected that one day, she'd have blood on her own two hands.

I'm no pushover, and I believe in the saying, “Do unto others what you would have them do unto you.” For that reason, I won't show an ounce of mercy to anyone who dares to offend me.

However, when the image of the corpses laying on the ground flashed through her mind, Natasha's eyes fluttered open.

Clean water ran down her body, following its slender curves. There were a couple of scars on her fair skin, but despite that, her skin looked bright and supple.

Natasha's gaze appeared calm and cool.

Once she was done washing up, Natasha walked out of the bathroom and blew her hair until it was partially dried. Then, she got dressed and made her way out of the room.