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You're Out, Daddy novel (Natasha and Kenneth) novel Chapter 613

Natasha fell into a daze, only regaining her senses a few moments later.

As she stared at Spencer, she asked, “When did I get poisoned? Why don't I know anything?”

While performing the checkup on her, he replied casually, “How would I know if you don't? Think back carefully if anything special happened.”

At that, she narrowed her eyes.

“Could this occur when I was at Vermillion Base...” Natasha mused. But there wasn't anyone near me at that time.

Spencer merely continued doing his work in silence.

“Is there a possibility that I got poisoned because I was hurt by blades when fighting with others?” She lifted her gaze to look at him.

Her countenance was unusually calm. It was as if she was analyzing another person's poisoning case.

Nonetheless, seemingly having grown used to her composed demeanor, Spencer replied, “If the blade was poisoned, it might be one of the possibilities.”

Natasha ruminated on it, then muttered, “But that's not possible too. At that time, General Will tossed me into the southern camp to slowly torture me to death, so he couldn't have done something as unnecessary as this!”

Right after those words fell from her lips, Spencer shifted his gaze onto her. “What did you say? The southern camp?”

She looked up. “What's the matter?”

“Do you know what kind of place the southern camp is?” he questioned.

“Isn't that just a messy, chaotic place filled with men where the strong bullies the weak?” she uttered nonchalantly.

Spencer was rendered speechless.

He did not know how to respond to her description.

After a brief pause of silence, he corrected her. “The southern camp is a place for monsters. Do you know why? That's because the southern camp is Vermillion Base's death camp. Every person there is inhumane, and no one, regardless of their gender, ever made it out of there alive.”

Hearing his elaboration, Natasha knitted her brows and retorted, “The situation there wasn't as exaggerated as you mentioned!”

“How am I exaggerating? Did you really go there?”

“Yes!”

Spencer could not help but look at her doubtfully. Still, he knew her very well. She was a taciturn woman and thus would never care to boast about something that did not happen.

“I've never heard of anyone escaping the southern camp alive. How did you do that?” he asked.

Blinking, Natasha replied indifferently, “By killing others.”

Spencer stared at her in a momentary daze, regarding her with a dubious look.

“Nat, I'm not looking down on you, but there's no way you could've done that alone at that huge southern camp,” he said.

“If that's the case, the Natasha standing before you right now would be a ghost,” she retorted.

Spencer was stumped for words, so he asked, “How did you make your way out by killing others, then?”

“Actually, I have you to thank for that.”

“Me?”

She nodded before hinting at him. “Your needle.”

After a slight pause, he responded, “Do you mean the needle I gifted to you previously?”

Natasha bobbed her head in agreement.

“I gave you that needle so that you could treat yourself when you suffer a relapse from your wrist condition,” he remarked.

“Evidently, the needle did more than that. It saved my life,” she stated.

He bored his eyes into her for a long while before he piped up, “If I hadn't known you and understood your personality, I would undoubtedly think you're lying now.”

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