You're Out Daddy

Chapter 491

Anthony was stunned as he turned to Benjamin. “What happened at home?”

“To be precise, nothing happened at home. It's Daddy's company,” Benjamin explained.

“Hamilton Corporation?”

Benjamin nodded.

“What can happen to Daddy's company?”

“Gramps didn't tell me the specifics, but I think someone framed Hamilton Corporation. Someone is

buying its shares as though they are acquiring the company.”

Anthony frowned at his explanation. “Does Daddy know about this?”

“I think he does, but I'm not sure. Great-grandpa was forced to step up and take the reins, though.”

Anthony let out a relieved sigh. “It should be fine with Great-grandpa holding down the fort.”

Benjamin nodded. “I think so too. However, Great-grandpa should be enjoying his retired life instead of

working again at his age. I'll teach the person who caused this a lesson.”

The corners of Anthony's lips quirked. “All right. Let's go back and teach them a lesson after we're done

here.”

Benjamin nodded. “Of course!”

Anthony glanced at Benjamin. “Did Gramps say anything else?”

Benjamin shot Anthony a look. “What do you think? You already know the answer.”

Anthony arched his brow.

“Gramps kept urging us to go home. I don't know what excuse to give him anymore.” Benjamin

continued, “You take his call the next time.”

“I know this is hard on you. Despite the challenges, you've managed to delay it for a few days already.”

“Anthony Watson! You don't have to beat around the bush. You just have to pick up his call the next

time.” Benjamin was dead set.

It's harder to fool Benjamin now. Pressing his lips into a line, Anthony said, “All right, let's talk about this

next time.”

“There's no talking about this next time. You'll take it!”

“Okay, I'll take it.”

Benjamin cast him one final glance before turning around to leave.

“Where are you going?”

“To look for Daddy. I think I should give him a heads-up about the current situation,” Benjamin

explained without looking back.

Anthony nodded, then returned his focus to his phone.

Meanwhile, Kenneth was sitting on the recliner in the room with needles stuck all over his head.

Spencer sat beside him and slowly guided him. “You're passing through a dark tube as you inhale

deeply. The tube is a time tunnel. You've returned to the time when you were younger. There was a

huge fire that day. Why did you suddenly go in search of her? What happened?”

Spencer's voice was soft and deep. Kenneth's expression was still smooth as he lay on the recliner.

In his dreams, Kenneth's subconscious had returned to the time when he was younger.

He was playing with Natasha on a grassy field. His and Natasha's grandfathers were playing chess on

the balcony not far away.

The weather was good, and the sun was bright. Everything seemed so perfect.

Suddenly, Natasha's watch vibrated.

Natasha glanced at her watch before a surprised look crossed her face.

“Nat, what's wrong?” Kenneth asked. They were both smiling, looking pure and innocent.

The young Natasha was already a beauty. She smiled at him, got up, and ran back toward her house

without saying anything.

“Where are you going, Nat?”

“I have to find my mom and dad,” she said, then ran off without sparing him another glance.

Kenneth was taken aback by her sudden departure. He looked over his shoulder at the two elders.

After contemplating briefly, he decided to follow Natasha.

However, when he arrived at Natasha's house, he saw there was a fire. Realization finally dawned

upon him when he heard people screaming her name at the gate.

“Nat!”

Without any hesitation, he rushed into the blazing structure.

Within one of the rooms, he saw the young Natasha kneeling beside two bodies. He raced over to her

and yanked her up to leave.

However, Natasha refused to leave, her gaze fixed on the bodies.

“Let's go, Nat!”

“Nat!”

Panic started to engulf him as she continued to stay rooted in place. He forcibly pulled her to her feet

and carried her on his back.

However, when he reached the front door, the cabinet suddenly toppled, having its hinges incinerated

from the raging blaze.

Bang!

Kenneth's eyes snapped open.

His gaze focused on the ceiling as his chest heaved frantically and sweat dotted his forehead.

Spencer asked, “How is it? Did you remember something?”

Kenneth turned his head to look at him.

The heartache he felt at that moment was a testament to how important the memories he had forgotten

were.

I didn't know the depth of the feeling I had for Natasha at that age but knew she was important to me.

At that moment, he finally understood why she always remained silent and tough when she was in front

of him and realized how absurd he had been.

“Nat...” Kenneth clenched his fists. He felt a stab of pain in his heart at that instant.

I remember everything. I finally remember every moment I had with Natasha when I was younger.

Catching the pained expression on his face, Spencer knew this method had gotten the desirable

results.

He carefully removed the needles from Kenneth's head.

“How are you feeling? Still fine?” Spencer observed the other man's face as he waited for an answer.

Kenneth nodded.

A satirical grin played on Spencer's lips. “The universe has a strange way of working. The memories

you forgot were what haunted her every night. It was her nightmare,” he said.

Kenneth lifted his gaze to him.

Spencer continued, “Don't blame her for being so stubborn in searching for the truth. After all, what

happened was just too painful for her.”

“I have never blamed her! I only blame myself for not protecting her well enough!” Kenneth said.

Spencer tucked all his needles back and nodded. “What about the thing you were searching for? Did

you find it?”

Kenneth looked at him and nodded.

Spencer immediately reached for the pencil and sketchbook at the side and passed them to Kenneth.

Picking up the pencil, Kenneth drew a simple portrait on the sketchbook.

Spencer watched him from the side. A few minutes later, Kenneth passed the completed portrait to

Spencer.

Spencer looked at it and asked, “A child?”

Kenneth nodded.

“When I almost reached Nat's house, there was a car that drove past me with its window coincidentally

opened at that time. A few foreigners were in the car. I couldn't see their faces, but this child was facing

the window. There were bloodstains on his hands and face...”

“So you're saying we'll find out the entire truth after we find this child?”

Kenneth nodded firmly. “That's right.”

Spencer's eyes narrowed as he studied the portrait. “This child is of mixed heritage. He looks to be

around eight years old.”

“Mixed heritage? How did you discern that?”

“Medical observation. I don't know how to explain it to you, but this person has at least a quarter of

foreign genes in him,” Spencer explained.

Kenneth dropped his gaze to the child in the portrait. “I'll find him even if I have to turn over every stone

in the world.”

“Nat...” Kenneth clenched his fists. He felt a stab of pain in his heart at that instant.