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

Chapter 293

The next morning, Natasha was lying at Denise's bedside, sleeping, when the door was pushed open.

Liam entered the ward while scolding loudly and furiously, “Why didn't anyone inform me after something as significant as this happened? Does any of you still take me seriously?”

Hearing the commotion, Natasha woke up with a frown. She fell into a daze at the sight of the coat wrapped around her body.

“And that evil woman! We must not let this matter slide!”

Then Natasha regained her senses. She stood up when she saw Liam and Terence walking into the room together. “Grandpa. Old Mr. Hamilton.”

Liam had wanted to vent his anger initially. However, he froze momentarily after noticing Natasha was alone inside the ward. He asked, “Where is that brat, Kenneth?”

Natasha scanned her surroundings as well and replied in a diminished voice, "I think he went out.”

Liam had no choice but to suppress his wrath.

He gazed at Denise, who was lying on the bed, and walked over with an aching heart. After sizing her up, he said, “She lost so much weight in just a few days...”

Liam looked up at Natasha. “How is Denise, Nat? What did the doctor say?

Natasha answered honestly, “She's fine now. She experienced a fever induced by dehydration and cold, but her

fever has already subsided last night.”

Liam sighed in relief after hearing that. Still, he felt brokenhearted when reminded of Denise's sufferings. He uttered spitefully, “We cannot let go of this matter just like this. I will never forgive that woman!”

At that moment, Terence strode over as well. He placed his hand on Denise's forehead to ensure she was no longer feverish. Only then did he relax.

When he turned to look at Natasha, a hint of disapproval flashed across his eyes. “Nat, how could you leave us out on a matter as serious as this? We wouldn't have known until now if it wasn't for Anthony and Benjamin. I know you're afraid that we'll be worried. But regardless of when we learn about this, we will still be • 5?

anxious.

Natasha nodded while listening to him. "I know now, Grandpa. I will not repeat this mistake in the future.”

She was always very open to criticism and willing to learn from her errors.

At the sight of her sincere demeanor, Terence could not bring himself to reprimand her further.

Just then, Denise opened her eyes. “Don't blame Nat, Gramps. I am at fault for allowing others to bully me because I'm still too young.”

Terence and Liam immediately shifted their gazes to Denise upon hearing her voice.

“You're awake, Denise!” “Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere, Denise? Let me know if you do.”

The two older men hastily shuffled over and bombarded the little girl with questions.

Denise smiled faintly while staring at them. “I feel much better since Gramps and Great-grandpa are so concerned about my wellbeing. I'm fine!”

She had always been honey-tongued. She had successfully coaxed Liam and Terence with a single sentence, rendering them speechless.

“You!” Terence gently flicked her forehead.

“Daddy and Nat are not at fault in this matter. Don't scold them, Gramps, Great-grandpa!” Denise said skittishly.

“All right, okay. I'll listen to whatever you say, Denise,” Terence replied.

Then she looked at Liam, seemingly

waiting for his response.

Liam let out a deep sigh. “Of course. I wasn't blaming your daddy and mommy. I'm mad at that person who harmed you. I'll definitely avenge you for what happened!”

Hearing that, Denise smiled and said proudly, “Daddy and Mommy have already avenged me yesterday!”

The two old men were stunned. Terence turned his head around to gaze at Natasha.

Natasha did not deny that. “Don't worry, Grandpa. I know where to draw the line.”

She had always been a sensible person. Naturally, Terence had faith in her if she said so.

Liam piped up maliciously, “That evil woman deserves to die!” NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

Terence knitted his brows instantaneously. “What is that nonsense, Liam!”

Liam uttered unreservedly, “That's the truth. Anyone who dares to lay a finger on a member of the Hamilton family must be tired of living. I will pursue this matter further!”

“Why are you saying this in front of the child...” Terence shot a disapproving glance at Liam.

Liam looked at Denise and said, “These children should be equipped with this amount of courage as descendants of the Hamilton family, and they should also know that someone is here to support them if others ever bully them. Are you scared, Denise?”

Denise was not at all fearful as she shook her head cheerfully. “You're so cool, Great-grandpa!”

Terence was at a loss for words.

Liam was very satisfied. He gazed at his great-granddaughter and said with all seriousness, “Denise, you must remember that no matter what happens, the entire Hamilton family will always have your back. If anyone dares to bully you, I will take vengeance for you even if I need to exhaust all the Hamilton family's resources!”

Denise nodded firmly. “I'll keep that in mind!”

Despite his usual genial appearance, Liam was someone who genuinely despised evil. He was a relatively straightforward person without many complicated life principles. But if anyone dared to take advantage of people who mattered to him, he would never let the culprit go.

Terence was well aware of that.

The two had known one another for many years, so Terence understood Liam's temperament. Under normal circumstances, Liam was friendly and easygoing, but he could turn into a savage whenever a situation arose.

At that thought, Terence realized Thea had offended Liam by crossing his boundary.

Natasha merely blinked in silence while listening to their conversation.

Regardless of the repercussions Thea had to face henceforth, Natasha deemed Thea to have brought that fate on herself and was unsympathetic toward Thea's future.

At that moment, Natasha's phone rang. A sense of foreboding surged within her when she picked up the device and saw an unfamiliar number calling her.

After brief contemplation, she walked out of the room with the phone in her hand to answer the call.

She pressed the button to put the call through outside the door. “Hello?”

“Is this Ms. Natasha Watson?” someone asked in Ustranian on the other end of the line.

Natasha replied in fluent Ustranian, “I am. May I know who you are?”

“Why are you searching for the picture? What is your relationship with Theodore Watson?” that man questioned.

Theodore Watson...

Natasha's heart jumped into her throat when she heard that name. That was her father's name.

It had been years since she had last heard someone mention Theodore's name.

Her intuition told her the person on the other end of the call was closely related to her father's death.

“Who are you?” Natasha asked.

“I am under the assumption that Chanaeans regard their manners and polite customary with utmost importance. I asked a question first, so shouldn't you answer me first?”

Natasha pursed her lips. “In that case, are you aware that you should introduce yourself whenever you call someone on the phone in Chanaea?”

“Oh? Is that so?”

Natasha grasped her phone. “Who exactly are you?” “If you want to know, perhaps we can arrange for a meeting,” that person suggested.