You're Out, Daddy novel (Natasha and Kenneth) novel Chapter 326

“Could it be that Nat has some sort of terminal illness or something?”

As soon as she finished talking, Anthony heartlessly knocked her head and scolded, “You're talking nonsense again.”

Denise rubbed her tiny head and protested, “Oh, come on. I was just talking about the possibility of that being true. We all saw it with our eyes. Nat actually likes Daddy, but she refuses to get back together with him. Why else would she turn him down if it's not because she has some sort of terminal illness? That's what always happens on the TV.”

“If you keep talking nonsense, you will not be allowed to watch any television dramas ever again,” said Anthony.

“Ben, did you see that? Tony is being mean again!”

“I'm with Tony this time,” replied Benjamin.

Realizing that no one was on her side, Denise challenged, “Okay, then you boys come up with a theory. Why won't Nat get back together with Daddy?”

“I read Nat's medical report earlier. She's healthy, so your theory doesn't work at all,” replied Anthony.

“By the way, do you guys also find it weird that Nat suddenly wants us to move?” asked Benjamin.

“That is strange,” murmured Anthony while nodding in agreement.

“How about I go to Daddy and ask him about it? He might know what's going on,” suggested Denise.

Both Anthony and Benjamin turned to one another upon hearing that.

“That might actually work,” replied

Benjamin.

“Okay, try to coax an answer out of him, but be discreet.”

“Don't worry. I know what to do.”

“Oh, and don't tell him that Nat has feelings for him. That information might get to his head,” reminded Anthony.

Denise looked away. The glow in her beautiful eyes suggested that she was a little embarrassed because she would definitely have blabbed if Anthony hadn't warned her.

She was still weighing her options and wondering if she should let that secret slip anyway when she realized her siblings were looking straight at her.

“Okay, okay, I won't say anything,” murmured Denise softly.

Only then did Anthony nod in satisfaction.

He stretched a bit and asked, “Is Nat up yet?”

“She's already at work. In fact, it's almost time for her to clock out.”

Anthony arched a brow. “She had a long night. Didn't she sleep in?”

Denise shook her head in response.

“I knew it. Talented people have to work hard, too. Only then can we be perfect,” said Anthony as he lay back down on his bed. He was tired and wanted to go back to sleep.

Benjamin stared at him and asked, “Did you tell Nat about us wanting to go for training?”

Anthony sprung his eyes open. He turned to Benjamin right away because he completely forgot about it.

“You didn't tell her?” “It slipped out of my mind yesterday,” replied Anthony honestly.

Benjamin thought about it for a while. “It's fine. At least Nat knows our biggest secret now. That means she likely won't feel too bad when we tell her the other news in the future.”

“By the way, have you really thought things through? Are you sure about going for the training?” asked Anthony.

“Do I look like someone who would change his mind easily?” challenged Benjamin.

He was right about that. Of the three kids, he had always been the one who was most firm about his decisions.

Anthony saw the way Benjamin moved his arm and recalled how things were when Denise was in trouble. That memory prompted him to say, “I haven't told Nat about the training, but I managed to tell her what I want to do in the future. I’m sure she is emotionally prepared for it. Besides, we all know that Nat isn't the kind of woman who would demand that her children stay by her side. She was very supportive of what I want to do, actually.”

That was something Benjamin could agree to. Ever since they were babies, Natasha had always allowed them to do whatever they wanted.

It didn't matter if it was right or wrong or if their plan would work. She would always let them try things before explaining things to them.

That was why the kids had always been independent and could make their own decisions. It was all the fruit of Natasha's labor.