Denise stood nearby, her perplexed gaze fixed on the two of them. She couldn't help but wonder why they had started arguing again.
Her attention shifted to Natasha, a surge of deep tenderness filling her heart as she observed the woman.
Thalia was stunned for a moment, then she whispered, “Does this have something to do with me?” She directed her gaze toward Natasha, her voice barely audible and tinged with a touch of helplessness.
Natasha shook her head, assuring, “No, it's not about you. He's just messing around.”
However, at this point, Natasha's words couldn't be taken at face value.
Thalia turned her gaze toward Kenneth, noticing his lack of rebuttal. She wasn't naive.
Despite the apparent disagreement between them, they wouldn't do anything to each other, especially with Natasha and the three children present. Their discontent was likely just superficial. Thus, Kenneth's statement held more weight than it might seem.
Perhaps the man truly harbored resentment toward Thalia.
A realization dawned on Thalia — Spencer's unusual behavior, Anthony's red-rimmed eyes, and even her own improved physical state.
Could it be... No! No way!
Thalia's gaze turned to Natasha, her expression now questioning. “It's not what I thought, is it?”
“Thalia...”
“Impossible!” Thalia looked at her, “You clearly ate it right in front of me...”
“It has nothing to do with that!”
“No, I need to ask!” Thalia exclaimed, taking a step back. In the next instant, she turned and dashed away.
“Thalia!” Despite wanting to call out, Natasha's weakened voice was carried away by the wind. Helplessness surged within her as she watched Thalia's retreating figure.
“Nat...” Denise's eyes were filled with confusion as she looked at Natasha. “What's going on? What are you guys talking about?”
Looking at Denise, Natasha told her, “Denise, go stop Thalia. Don't let her do anything foolish.”
“But—”
“No buts! Just go!” Natasha urged.
Left with no choice, Denise hesitated briefly before deciding to turn around and follow Thalia.
As soon as Denise left, Natasha grabbed her phone and quickly dialed Spencer's number. “Spencer, Thalia has left. She might have found something out. Don't say a word!”
A prolonged silence followed on the other end of the line, prompting Natasha to call out again, “Spencer?”
“Nat, do you truly believe Thalia is naive enough not to catch on?” Spencer inquired.
Natasha suddenly fell silent. This time, she was at a loss for words.
“She has a deep aversion to deceit. If she discovers my involvement, she won't forgive me. She's grown up, and she deserves to know the truth,” Spencer stated.
After a long silence, Natasha finally responded, “I understand,” before putting her phone away.
At that moment, Kenneth, who stood beside her, crouched down to her level and said, “Nat, do you honestly believe you can keep this hidden?”
Natasha glanced at him, her tone gentle yet reprimanding, “This situation arose because of you. If not for your actions, Thalia wouldn't have started thinking along those lines.”
Although her words carried a tone of blame, her voice held a softness that bordered on coyness.
Kenneth gazed at her and responded, “Even if I hadn't mentioned it, do you think she wouldn't eventually figure it out? Maybe not right away, but given time to think, she'll connect the dots. It's just a matter of time before she discovers the truth.”
Natasha sighed in resignation, conceding, “No matter how you put it, you're right.”
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