You're Out, Daddy novel (Natasha and Kenneth) novel Chapter 153

“I suffered a relapse overseas and ignored it. Now, it's affecting me in some way,” Natasha revealed.

Spencer gazed at her. His brows furrowed together. “Show me your hand.”

Natasha rolled up her sleeves and exposed her fair arm. Her wrist was trembling slightly.

Spencer touched her bone carefully before getting to his feet. Going to the table, he pulled out a black bag from an intricate black box custom-made for him. He then returned to Natasha to begin his treatment. There was a row of needles in the bag.

He pulled a needle out and inserted it into Natasha's slender wrist slowly.

His expression was stern and serious.

“It's going to hurt a little, so bear with it,” Spencer reminded her.

Natasha didn't utter a word and watched as the needle pierced her skin. Spencer's treatment was different compared to usual acupuncture treatments, for the pain caused by this needle spread all the way to the tips of her fingers.

Despite furrowing her brows, Natasha didn't make a sound.

Spencer took another needle and inserted it into her wrist.

He lifted his head and glanced at Natasha.

Cold sweat had formed on her brows, and she seemed pale. However, she still didn't utter a word.

“You still have a high pain tolerance, huh?” Spencer commented.

“You're saying as if I can ask someone else to tolerate the pain for me if I can't handle it anymore,” Natasha replied with a smirk.

Spencer sighed. “Oh, what a waste of your good looks. There's no harm in showing your weakness once in a while.”

“Will it stop hurting if I show my weakness?” Natasha asked.

Spencer was rendered speechless.

He promptly regretted making that comment.

They had known each other for years, and he knew her character well.

Ugh, why did I create trouble for myself?

A few minutes later, the pain intensified. Natasha's face grew paler as time ticked by.

“Hold it a little longer,” Spencer said.

Natasha's wrist started trembling again.

Seeing that, Spencer pinned her hand down. He felt bad for her when he saw how she was biting back the anguish.

“Did you find any clues about the culprit who killed your parents?” Spencer asked as he fixed his gaze on her.

Natasha shook her head in response.

“It has been years, but you still failed to find anything. Could it be a simple accident?

Are you reading too much into it?” Spencer suggested.

Hearing that, Natasha shot him a look and snorted icily. “Spencer, you're welcome to try to divert my attention, but please don't insult my intelligence.”

Spencer responded, “Even if it wasn't an accident, perhaps the culprit who killed your parents is already dead by now. Otherwise, you would've found at least a clue.”

Natasha narrowed her eyes. “Even if you're right, I want to see his body no matter what.”

Spencer wasn't sure what to say, for he knew she had never gotten over it.

Natasha had been calm and indifferent all the while, but she had never stopped investigating the reason behind her parents’ death over the years.

“There is no progress to your investigation, so perhaps it involves something bigger,” Spencer said.

“No matter what, I'll find out the truth to avenge them!” Natasha vowed solemnly.

Spencer gazed at her before looking away.

It was time.

Thus, he removed the needles from her wrist.

“If you want to unravel the truth, take good care of your hand. You're a top hacker. How will you carry on the investigation if you lose the ability to use your hand?”

Her face drained of color, Natasha said naught a word. Despite her ashen complexion, she still looked as beautiful as ever.