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

Chapter 71

Benjamin, Anthony, and Denise sneaked into the room.

“If Mr. Lynch is acting like that, does it mean he's chasing after Mommy?” Benjamin asked.

Denise nodded. “That's how things usually play out in the television show.”

Anthony didn't say anything because it was pretty obvious.

“What do we do? Do we go along with it or stop it?” Benjamin asked.

The other two stayed silent.

“Why aren't you two saying anything?” Benjamin asked.

“Err, I quite like Mr. Lynch. He's so handsome. But... I also like Mr. Handsome. What if he's Daddy? I don't know who to pick.” Denise was stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Benjamin wasn't counting on Denise to get an answer, so he turned to Anthony. “What about you, Tony?”

“I'm neither going along nor against it,” Anthony replied.

“What does that mean?”

“Putting aside the fact that we don't know if Kenneth is our daddy or not, even if he is, why did Mommy leave him in the first place? If Mommy really doesn't like him, do we really want to make her stay with him because it'll make us happy? As for Mr. Lynch, if he can make Mommy happy and is stronger than Daddy, then I'll accept him.” Anthony had really thought things through, as expected from the eldest sibling.

Benjamin nodded. “I understand what you mean.”

“So, we'll see who Mommy picks. Regardless of who it is, as long as Mommy likes him, I'll accept him.” Anthony expressed his opinion.

Benjamin nodded. “I agree with that.”

Denise thought for a bit and also nodded. “I

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agree too.

Benjamin turned to Denise. “I know you like Kenneth, and whether he's our daddy or not isn't a fact we can change. You can continue to like him, but don't force them together because of what we want. It won't be good for anyone involved.”

“I understand.” Denise nodded.

Then Benjamin turned to Anthony. “Still no news from Kyle, Tony?”

“He's on a mission, so I can't contact him for now. I'll try again later.”

“The suspense is really killing me,” Benjamin sighed. He had been thinking about it every day.

Anthony didn't say anything because he was feeling the same way.

Denise was obviously even more anxious.

Inside the living room, Zachary stared at Natasha's swelling ankle and asked, “Did you apply ointment on it?” “Yes. Anthony applies it for me every day,” she replied.

He smiled when Anthony was being brought up. “He's a composed, obedient, and thoughtful child.”

Natasha didn't deny it because Anthony was the most mature and quiet of the three, but he was also the one who worried her the most.

Zachary thought about something and asked, “Are they Kenneth's children?”

Natasha was stunned when she heard that and turned to look at him. A flabbergasted look flashed across her clear eyes before she asked, “Is it that obvious?”

That was undoubtedly a “yes” to Zachary's question.

“It's not obvious. I never thought about it like that, but after seeing him today at your office and how he treated you... It's hard not to make the connection between you two. Besides, Anthony looks like a mini version of him,” he replied.

Natasha didn't deny it nor provide an explanation.

Zachary pressed on. “He also doesn't know the existence of the kids, does he?”

She nodded. “How do you know?”

“When I was heading downstairs, Kenneth was waiting for me. He asked me whaf s my relationship with you, and I connected the dots in my mind.”

“You didn't tell him, did you?” Natasha asked.

Zachary shook his head.

It was then she let out a sigh of relief.

He stared at her. “I don't know what happened between you two in the past, but I don't think it's a good idea for you to keep hiding the truth.”

Natasha knew that, but at that moment, all she could do was take things one step at a time.

“This city is smaller than you may imagine. It's only a matter of time before they meet each other,” Zachary added.

“I know. I thought about taking them overseas, but...” She glanced at the old man busying in the kitchen. “Grandpa is getting pretty old. He doesn't want to live overseas, and I don't have the heart to force him to travel around with us. That's why I want to accompany him in the country. As for the other things, we'll see.”

“Kenneth's power and influence are great. If he knows the existence of the kids, he'll want to take them back.”

Natasha smiled. “Even if he's the king of the world, I'm not afraid of him. His power doesn't automatically mean he'll win.”

“There's a way to get a guaranteed win.”

“What?” Intrigue sparked in her eyes.

Zachary thought about it and suggested, “In the eye of the law, judges are more likely to favor complete families in cases like this.

So, if you can form a new family, the chances of winning will be greater.”

Natasha narrowed her eyes and stared at him.

He gazed back at her.

When he said that, he did feel he was a bit too rash, but it was a good plan.

And, of course, he was hoping Natasha would pick him.

Silence loomed over them until Terence's voice traveled out of the kitchen. “It's time to eat!”

Terence then served food on the table and looked at the duo in the living room. “It's time to eat, Mr. Lynch. Come, eat and chat.”

Zachary returned to his senses and replied, “Okay.”

He glanced at Natasha. “It's just a suggestion you can consider.”

She didn't say anything.

At that moment, the children hiding in the bedroom heard the commotion and ran out.

With the three of them around, the atmosphere became much rowdier.

Denise patted the spot next to her. “Sit next to me, Mr. Lynch.”

“Okay.” Zachary walked over to her and sat next to her. Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Terence was glad to see Zachary willing to fulfill the children's request.

He faintly smiled at the young man. “I hope you don’t mind these plain, homemade dishes, Mr. Lynch.”

“What are you saying, Mr. Watson? I love to eat homemade dishes. My parents often had overseas trips, so I rarely get to eat homecooked meals. I feel lucky to be able to enjoy them today.”

“Really? Then you can come and eat with us whenever you feel like it.” Terence was very happy to hear that.

“All right, then. Please call me Zachary. You can call me Zach if you like,” Zachary suggested. Everything he did was oozing with grace and politeness, which really made the old man happy.

“All right, Zach. Eat as much as you like!” Terence smiled brightly.

Natasha glanced at Zachary and ate with a smile.

“Can I call you Zach, too?” Denise asked in a small voice.

“Don't be rude, Denise,” Terence said.

Zachary spoke up again. “Of course, you can. I find it endearing.”

Denise smiled. “My grandfather makes really tasty food, Mr. Zach. You should eat more.

Everyone was amused by her.

Natasha was the only one who ate her food seriously because she was thinking about something. Zachary does make a good point. Although, how am I going to find a good man to marry? I'm not afraid of getting married again, but what if the guy doesn't like my children?