Kenneth laid Natasha on the bed in the bedroom and carefully attended to her.
Soon after, the housekeeper brought some energy-replenishing food. Kenneth sat next to the bed and patiently spoon-fed Natasha.
She gazed at him while obediently eating the food he was feeding her. When she saw the deep frown on his face, she reached out and smoothened out the wrinkles with her finger.
“Why are you frowning? I'm already eating like you want me to,” Natasha said gently.
“Spencer is way too reckless,” he replied without even looking up. She could hear the dissatisfaction in his voice.
“It's just a blood transfusion, and it was urgent. Should he have asked who has the same blood type as Thalia one by one?” Seeing that he did not respond, she continued, “Kenneth, what would you do if this had happened to me?”
Without hesitation, he declared, “I won't let such a thing happen!”
“But what if it does?”
“There will be no such thing,” he said firmly.
Natasha chuckled. “You're being unreasonable, Kenneth.”
Kenneth finally lifted his gaze and looked at her. “Nat, nothing else is more important to me than your well-being. Listen to me. You have to put yourself first and protect yourself at all times.”
When Natasha heard his words, her delicate eyebrows knitted together. Her face was sickly pale, but it did nothing to diminish her beauty. “It's just a blood transfusion, but you're acting like I'm dying,” she teased him with a cheeky grin.
“You won't die.” Kenneth's expression turned cold, and a hint of fury flickered in the depths of his dark eyes.
Natasha gazed at him, slightly stunned.
She had never seen him so serious before.
After pondering for a moment, she reassured him gently, “Of course, I'm not going to die.”
Kenneth realized that he had overreacted a little. He took a deep breath and gazed at her. “Nat, I'm just afraid...”
She nodded. “I know.”
Kenneth had more to say, but Natasha interrupted him with a grin. “Feed me some more food.”
He finally made himself calm down and continued to feed her spoonful by spoonful.
Natasha chewed on her food with a faint smile, but there was a slightly complicated look in her eyes.
Just then, someone knocked on the door.
Kenneth didn't even turn to look at the door, as if he didn't hear anything.
It was Natasha who answered, “Come in.”
The door was pushed open, and the triplets walked in.
“Nat.”
“Nat!'
They looked at her, their eyes brimming with concern.
“What's wrong?” Natasha asked.
Denise climbed up the bed and leaned on Natasha as she whispered, “Are you okay, Nat?”
“Of course I am. It's just a simple blood transfusion. Nothing's going to happen to me. Do you guys not have common sense?”
The three kids exchanged glances with each other. “It's because of Daddy! He was so nervous, so we thought something had happened.”
Natasha glanced at Kenneth. She clenched her jaw but said nothing.
Looking away, she smiled at the kids and said, “I'm sure you guys know that your daddy loves to overreact.”
Upon hearing that, they finally relax completely.
Then, Natasha looked at them and asked, “How is Thalia?”
“Spencer is still sitting by her bedside. I don't know the details, but when the doctor came out, he said that her life is no longer in danger but whether she recovers will depend on her willpower.”
Natasha listened as she nodded thoughtfully.
She lifted her gaze to them and said, “You guys don't have to stay here. Go to Thalia and see if there's anything you can help with. Check up on Spencer and get him some food. Let me know if anything happens.”
The kids nodded in response.
“Go on.”
“Okay. Get some rest, Nat,” Anthony said.
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