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

Chapter 911 Forgive Me Anthony

“I'm sorry, I'm really sorry...” Thalia said, looking at him with a deeply remorseful expression.

Wearing a puzzled expression, Anthony walked over and raised an eyebrow. He held out his hand and said, “Why don't you get off my bed first before we talk?”

However, Thalia seemed completely oblivious and unresponsive to his words. Upon seeing Anthony's outstretched hand, she immediately grabbed it.

The latter was taken aback by her actions.

Soon after, Thalia began to cry. “Please don't be mad at me, I really had no idea what happened...”

Turning around, Anthony looked at Spencer and furrowed his brows.

What on earth is Thalia talking about?

In response, Spencer averted his gaze, wearing an expression of resignation.

At the moment, all Thalia could see was Anthony. Her stunning features looked dull in her intoxicated state. Holding onto Anthony's hand, she continued to speak with a heartfelt tone, “I really did see your mommy take the medicine back then, but I never imagined that it would end up back in my hands, or that I would end up taking it... Anthony, I know you're angry with me, but I really didn't do it on purpose. Can you please not be mad at me?”

Upon hearing the latter part of the conversation, Anthony finally understood what Thalia was saying.

Furrowing his brows, he stared at the latter, his eyes filled with an indescribable mix of emotions.

So, this is the reason why she's so upset right now?

Thalia's face turned bright red, and her eyes were becoming hazy and lifeless. “I really wanted to give it to Nat. I don't have any relatives, let alone friends... I have someone I like, but he doesn't take me seriously... He treats me like a child,” she reminisced, her voice quivering as tears flowed down her face. Fixing her gaze on the child before her, she continued, “However, I'm not afraid of dying because I know that even if I die, there won't be many people who will genuinely grieve for me. But Nat is different; she has so many people who love her, your great-grandpa, that b*stard Kenneth, and the three of you... Oh, and me too. I would be sad as well. So, I never thought about hogging that antidote for myself. I genuinely wanted her to get better... But I never thought that Nat would do the same...” As she reached the end of her words, she couldn't help but start sobbing.

The more she spoke, the more distressed she became, but she couldn't contain herself, and her feelings gushed forth like a broken dam. “Amongst all the people I've encountered, Nat is the second person who treated me kindly. I genuinely wanted her to survive... Anthony, please believe me. I never intended to keep the antidote for myself... If you want, you can even draw blood from me right now...” As she spoke, she bared her wrist, “You can take as much as you want and however you want... I'm not afraid...”

Seeing Thalia's partially exposed forearm and her pained and helpless expression, Anthony felt a pang of sorrow deep within him.

She's so drunk, yet she's still here trying to explain things to me.

“When you ignored me that day, I had no idea what was going on. I only found out later, and it really upset me. Anthony, I truly see you three as friends, so can you please not be angry?” She looked at Anthony with eyes that were red and teary, her expression pleading for understanding.

Anthony gazed at her, not knowing what to say.

In truth, he wasn't blaming her. He was upset about the situation itself. When he first heard the news, he found it hard to immediately accept and didn't know how to face it. Thus, when he saw

Thalia, he simply walked away.

He never expected that Thalia would take his action to heart.

It was quite touching for Anthony to see that someone who seemed so carefree and indifferent about everything actually care about this.

Still sobbing, Thalia suddenly burst into tears. “I know that saying all this won't make a difference, but I really didn't mean to...”

Seeing someone who typically projected strength and independence now crying before him like a child, especially in her current drunken state, stirred a mixture of complex emotions within Anthony.

Looking at her, he said, “I get it. Despite our short time knowing each other, I've come to understand you, Thalia. Your heart is pure, and you treat me and Nat equally. So, I'm not blaming you... I'm blaming myself and my own incompetence.”

He wasn't sure if Thalia could take in all the words he was saying, but it seemed like the only opportunity he had to express these feelings.

Meanwhile, Spencer, who was behind them, did not step forward to take Thalia away.

He had watched the latter grow up, so he knew her all too well. The fact that she could voice these thoughts under the influence of alcohol was, in a way, her method of letting off steam.

Most importantly, he also wanted to see how Anthony would react to her.

At this moment, upon hearing Anthony's words, Spencer seemed to instantly grasp something.

Thalia's efforts were not one-sided. Anthony truly understood her.

With these thoughts in mind, Spencer felt a bit relieved. He knew that even if there comes a day in the future when their personal interests might clash, their understanding of each other would prevent things from becoming too awkward.

That realization made Spencer feel much more at ease.

Thalia, who was on the bed, was still holding onto Anthony, apologizing over and over again. She resembled a child who hadn't yet matured, earnestly trying to justify her powerlessness.

Seeing this, Anthony reached for a tissue from the table and handed it to her.

As she wiped her tears with the tissue, Thalia continued to sob before eventually discarding the used tissue beside her.

On the side, Anthony watched with a furrowed brow and a conflicted expression. For someone who had mysophobia, this was indeed a tormenting scenario for him.

Nonetheless, he didn't say anything and allowed Thalia to hold onto him and vent her emotions freely.

They went on talking and crying for a while, and when the box of tissues was empty, Thalia looked at Anthony with a pitiful expression. “There's none left...”

Snapping back to his senses, Anthony found himself surrounded by used tissues strewn about the bed and floor. NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

He looked at her and said, “There's more in the next room.”

When she heard that, Thalia seemed to recall something. “I'll go next door, then.”

With that, she pulled off Anthony's quilt and got up before heading toward the door.

Seeing her leave, Anthony finally breathed a sigh of relief.

At that moment, Thalia resembled a robot that had just completed a task. After finishing the work there, she stood up and walked outside, as if searching for her next target.

Walking down the hallway, she led the way with Spencer following behind.

As Spencer observed her, curious about her next move, Thalia headed directly toward Natasha's room.

Without even knocking, she pushed the door open and locked her gaze on the person inside. In an instant, a pout formed on her lips, and she uttered, “Nat...”

Upon seeing Thalia entering in such a manner, Natasha, who was seated on the bed and eating, froze in surprise.