A tender but complex look swirled in Natasha's gaze as she looked at the young woman in her arms.
Natasha appreciated Thalia's intentions and knew that her words were not just empty talk.
However, barging into Vermillion Base alone was akin to a suicide mission.
With that thought in mind, she picked up her phone and said to the two men outside, “Come in.”
The door was pushed open, and the two men stepped in.
Spencer's gaze was fixed intently on Thalia. Only when he saw that she had fallen asleep did he finally breathe a sigh of relief.
“You can bring her back to her room now,” said Natasha.
Hearing that, Spencer walked over and scooped Thalia up. “Thank you!” he said, looking at Natasha.
Just as he was about to leave, Natasha called out, “Wait a moment.”
Spencer turned around. “Is there anything else?”
“Spencer, I don't know what you told Thalia about the antidote, but I'm certain that whatever you said upset her so much more than knowing the truth would have. You were afraid she would blame herself for this, so you let her hate you instead, but do you really think that's what she wants?” asked Natasha.
Spencer was slightly taken aback.
He had to admit that Natasha's words made sense.
Back then, all he wanted was to spare Thalia from self-blame. That was why he told her all that. He'd rather be the object of her resentment than see her burdened with guilt. However, witnessing her current anguish made him reconsider the wisdom of his earlier decision.
Despite so, he hadn't brought this matter up yet.
As Spencer remained silent, Natasha continued, “I know that you have your own thoughts and plans. You want Thalia to leave you completely, but is death really the way you're hoping for?”
Spencer's pupils constricted slightly as he asked in a low voice, “What are you talking about, Nat? Others might not know, but you do, don't you?”
“Yes, it's precisely because I know that I'm curious. Do you know what Thalia just said to me?” Natasha queried.
“What?”
“She said she's going to barge into Vermillion Base alone and snatch the antidote back!” Natasha answered.
In response, the expression on Spencer's handsome countenance grew incredibly complicated. Frowning, he shifted his gaze to Thalia, who had fallen into a deep sleep.
“Do you think Thalia will make it out alive if she goes there alone no matter how capable she is?” Natasha asked.
Spencer's expression changed instantly. “That's not what I meant!”
“But you know her temperament. She's bound to do it!” Natasha said.
Spencer seemed to have come to a realization. He glanced at Natasha. “I know what to do now!” With that, he spun on his heels and left with Thalia in his arms.
Natasha finally let out a sigh of relief as the door closed.
Looking at the water glass on the bedside table, she reached out to grab it, but Kenneth beat her to it. Picking it up, he handed it to her.
“Thanks.” Natasha looked up at him.
“You're welcome.” Kenneth's face was taut, and he looked somewhat displeased.
Natasha furrowed her brows in puzzlement. “Are you upset?”
“No!”
“You're clearly upset! Look at your sour face!” Natasha exclaimed.
Kenneth remained silent.
“What? Do you want me to cheer you up again?” Natasha asked playfully.
Kenneth took a deep breath. “I'm not mad at you.”
“Then what?”
Kenneth shot Natasha a glare. “From today onward, I don't want you to spend alone time with Thalia!”
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