After eating, Thalia went straight to see Natasha.
At that time, Natasha had just finished eating and seemed to be in pretty good shape.
Looking at her, then at the person lying on the bed, Thalia sincerely admired her from the bottom of her heart.
I doubt I could remain this calm and composed if I were in her shoes! Well, that's what makes Natasha who she is, right?
With that in mind, Thalia walked over and asked, “How's it going, everything okay?”
Natasha turned to look at her, a faint smile spreading across his lips as she replied with a nod, “Yeah, I'm doing all right!”
Thalia walked over and looked at her. Seeing that her complexion was indeed good, she finally felt relieved.
“What's wrong?” Natasha asked.
“I'm just here to check on you to make sure he really took the antidote,” Thalia said.
“Even if you don't trust me, you should at least believe in Spencer's medical skills,” Natasha retorted.
“Trust, but there are some things that you can only truly be at ease with after seeing them yourself!”
Natasha raised an eyebrow at her in response. “Are you at ease now?”
Thalia nodded. “Yes, I am!”
Natasha looked at her, maintaining an indescribable calmness.
But the more she behaved like this, the more Thalia felt an indescribable emotion.
Even though she should be overwhelmed with sadness, she's still here pretending to be strong. But, it is as Spencer said, Natasha is much stronger than one could imagine.
Thalia didn't offer any comforting words. Instead, she looked at and asked, “Have you set a date for your return?”
Natasha nodded. “Yup!”
“When?”
“On the thirty-first!”
“The thirty-first?” Upon hearing this date, Thalia raised her hand to check the date on her watch. “In three days?”
Natasha nodded.
“Are you in that much of a hurry?”
“Yeah; I'm missing home,” Natasha said.
For some reason, Natasha would always evoke an inexplicable sense of melancholy whenever she said she missed home.
Thalia's nose also tingled with a sour sensation.
She subtly wiped away the bitter look in her eyes, then looked at her and asked, “But won't Kenneth's grandfather worry if you go back like this?”
Speaking of that old man, Thalia's impression of him was still very vivid. Although he constantly voiced his disdain for Kenneth, she could see that it was also a manifestation of love.
People like her, who had lacked love since childhood, were the best at noticing such things.
Upon hearing this, Natasha glanced at the person lying on the bed. At that moment, the wound on Kenneth's face had healed significantly. His facial features were still strikingly handsome, captivating anyone who laid eyes on him.
Natasha looked at him, then murmured, “He's already like this. Whether he returns early or late, the outcome will be the same. Besides, Old Mr. Hamilton had personally raised him, so he has the right to know about Kenneth's current condition!”
“But what if Old Mr. Hamilton can't handle the truth?” Thalia asked.
“When Kenneth's parents passed away, Old Mr. Hamilton had already experienced the sorrow of losing younger family members. What else could he not accept now? Moreover, at least Kenneth is still alive!” Natasha said.
Upon hearing this, Thalia pursed her lips.
She wanted to say that living like this was a fate far worse than death but she kept those thought to herself.
After all, voicing them out would be no different from extinguishing Natasha's hope.
After a moment of contemplation, Thalia looked at her and asked, “I'm just worried... Do you think Old Mr. Hamilton will blame you for Kenneth's condition?”
Natasha's gaze was calm and serene. When she looked up at Thalia, her eyes held an indescribable tranquility. “Even if that's the case, shouldn't it be me who bears it?” she asked.
“But... This incident had nothing to do with you!”
“Why else would he be lying here if it weren't for me?” Natasha retorted softly.
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