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

Chapter 216

No sooner had Natasha walked out with Spencer than she asked in curiosity, “So, what kind of illness does Desmond have?”

Sneering, Spencer replied in a low voice, “Physical weakness caused by overindulgence in pleasures of the flesh!”

Natasha was promptly rendered speechless.

She cast a look at the man. “You probably scared him to death.”

In response, Spencer chuckled. “That's the most effective method against someone with a strong desire to live.”

Natasha smiled without denying that.

“What's your plan next?” Spencer inquired.

As they were walking, Natasha glimpsed someone walking toward them from the opposite direction, upon which her pace abruptly slowed considerably.

“What's wrong?” Spencer queried. Then, he lifted his eyes and looked in the direction of her gaze, only to see a man standing across from them.

He had seen the man before at Infinitium, and the latter was seemingly that woman's son.

From the look in the man's eyes, however, Spencer's intuition screamed at him that something was fishy.

At once, he feigned a cough and turned his gaze to Natasha. “I'll wait for you outside.” After saying that, he walked straight ahead and went out with a meaningful smile on his face.

Natasha stood there and stared right at Zachary.

It had only been a few days since she last saw him, yet he seemed to have turned into an entirely different person. His vivacity in the past was nowhere to be seen, and he appeared to have aged quite a bit. But at the same time, he had a mature aura.

Zachary hadn't expected to bump into Natasha in the hospital. The moment he laid eyes on her, a part of his heart inexorably clenched in pain.

With his eyes fixated on her, he walked over.

“It's been a long time,” he remarked.

“Yeah, it's been a long time,” Natasha replied placidly.

“Why... are you here?” Zachary questioned with his eyes pinned on her.

“I came to look for your father to ask him something.” Natasha was as calm as ever.

Speaking of that, Zachary narrowed his eyes at her. “Kenneth had you come over?”

“No, he doesn't know about this.”

Zachary's brows furrowed, his gaze radiating an indescribable hurt. “So, you came on his behalf?”

“I came for myself,” Natasha asserted.

Zachary inhaled deeply. Due to his consumption of alcohol, his eyes were still slightly scarlet. He looked right into her eyes. “Nat, I know my parents went overboard with you, but it's now a personal grudge between the Lynch family and

Kenneth. I hope you don't interfere in things anymore!” he declared.

“I was the cause of everything, so I can't stand by idly.”

“In other words, you're determined to help Kenneth?”

“So be it if you want to think that way.”

As Zachary gazed at her, the look in his eyes turned solemn.

“Also, you'd best advise your father to stop. If he continues on this path, he'll only suffer a devastating loss!” With that, Natasha said nothing further. She spun around and stalked away.

“Natasha!” Zachary suddenly called out to her. He turned around and trained his eyes on her back. “Am I that worthless to you? Even as a friend, are you so unconcerned about me?”

“If it weren't because I regard you as a friend, you can't possibly imagine what state they would be in now!” After saying that, Natasha didn't tarry anymore but left right away.

Zachary stared at her back, his hands on both sides balling into fists. The fury on his face was distinctly visible, and everyone could sense his uncontrollable rage.

In this case, Nat, don't blame me for showing you no mercy I One day, you'll understand who's the most worthy of you!

In the hospital room, Desmond was on pins and needles when the door was pushed open.

He jolted, but the instant he saw that it was Zachary, an unfathomable glint flashed across his eyes.

“It's you?” he drawled. Subsequently, he sneered, “So, you still know to come visit me and remember that you've got a father, huh?”

Zachary strolled over and pinned his gaze on the man. He didn't bother with pleasantries but cut right to the chase.

“What did she ask you just now?”

“Who are you referring to?”

“You know who I'm referring to!” Zachary snarled.

At the mention of Natasha, Desmond's eyes darted this way and that. On top of that, he sounded somewhat guilty. “What would she have to ask me? She naturally wanted me to give up fighting against the Hamilton family!”

“That's all?”

“What else could there be?” Desmond retorted. He lifted his eyes and glowered at Zachary. “What's this? Are you also here to interrogate me?”

Zachary was silent for a moment before he commented, “Dad, you're not Kenneth's match!”

Although he was reluctant to admit it, that was the reality.

Lynch Corporation fighting against Kenneth was like an ant biting an elephant. It looked painful, but it wouldn't make any difference.

The aftermath would only be temporary, having a negligible effect.

Desmond was naturally aware of that, but he had no other choice. His eyes narrowed into slits. “And? What do you mean by that? Are you thinking of persuading me to give up as well? What about Lynch Corporation, then? What about everything I accumulated throughout the years with my blood, sweat, and tears? Am I to watch it all fall into ruin?”

“But what's the use of you doing this apart from causing Hamilton Corporation a bit of bad press?” Zachary countered.

“Be that as it may, it's better than doing nothing at all. Even if I die, I want to drag him down with me!” Desmond vowed.

“The best solution at present is to close down Lynch Corporation,” Zachary proposed.

Desmond couldn't believe his ears. His eyes narrowed a fraction as he stared at his son. “What did you just say? R-Repeat it again.”

“I know it's difficult for you to accept, but don't worry. As long as you listen to me, I promise that your life won't be affected in any way—” Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

Slap!

Before Zachary could finish speaking, Desmond leaped to his feet and slapped him hard across the face.

Glaring at his son, he snapped, “Initially, I was planning to hand Lynch Corporation over to you to manage. But from the look of things now, I was too naive. If I hand it to you, it'll be ruined sooner or later without others having to do anything. How could I have such a useless son like you?”

He was so livid that he shook all over.

The blow Zachary took was solid. A red palmprint instantly manifested on his face, and a trickle of blood stained the corner of his mouth.

Nonetheless, he was neither frantic nor furious.

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he merely looked at Desmond, seemingly used to it. In fact, a smirk played on his lips. “In that case, continue dreaming while clinging on to your Lynch Corporation.”

He didn't bother saying anything further as he whirled around and walked out.

As Desmond stared at the man's back, he almost burst a blood vessel. “You expect to fight Kenneth for his woman with that attitude of yours? He wouldn't even need to do anything for you to back down in cowardice!”

The moment his words rang out, Zachary halted in his tracks.

He turned around, the look in his eyes as cold as ice.

“Why, was I wrong?” Desmond huffed. “That woman is quite smart to know that you're entirely unreliable!”

Zachary's ebony eyes narrowed into slits, turning eerily terrifying. “We don't know who wins before the very end.”

Having said that, he retracted his gaze and pivoted, strolling right out.

Desmond had no idea what his son meant.

He's unreliable, so I can only count on myself. I won't give up even if I've got to fight to the death!