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Terence was about to speak further when the door was pushed open, and Kenneth entered the ward.

Immediately, Natasha cowardly closed her eyes. Until she figured out how to resolve the issue,

avoidance would be her best solution.

“How is it, Old Mr. Watson? Has she come around?” Kenneth went over and asked.

Terence was taken by surprise by Kenneth’s appearance as well. He hurriedly turned around to look at

Natasha and found she had closed her eyes.

Not knowing what she was up to, Terence awkwardly let out a dry cough and said, “Um, not yet…”

“That is strange! Based on the doctor’s assessment, she should have regained consciousness by now.”

Kenneth was puzzled.

“I was wondering too…” Terence replied, putting on a worried look.

“Let me check with the doctor,” Kenneth said, then went out of the ward again.

Seeing that Natasha had continued to keep her eyes closed, Terence knew she had no intention of

“waking up” and intended to keep up with her act.

Shortly after, the doctor came in and did an examination on her. “I thought you said it was just some

superficial injuries. Why is she still unconscious?” Kenneth asked, concerned.

“Don’t worry. Every patient responds differently. Maybe Ms. Watson is a little weak and thus takes a

little longer to regain her consciousness. It is not a concern, so please don’t worry about it.” The doctor

was reassuring, but Kenneth was not convinced.

“But—” He was about to protest when Terence interjected and said, “Let’s trust the doctor and just wait

a little longer.”

Since even Terence had no objections, Kenneth could only nod in consent and keep quiet.

“Mr. Hamilton, it is nothing to worry about, but if you are concerned, we can do another thorough check-

up for Ms. Watson later,” the doctor suggested upon sensing Kenneth’s concern.

“Please do so as soon as possible,” Kenneth said.

After the doctor left, Kenneth’s phone rang. After he took a glance at the caller ID, he turned to Terence

and excused himself. “Excuse me, Old Mr. Watson. I will step out to take this call,” he said.

Terence nodded in acknowledgment.

Fabian was waiting outside with some takeout boxes in his hands, and as he walked over to Kenneth,

he couldn’t help but wonder out loud. “Mr. Hamilton, Ms. Watson is injured, so do you really think she is

able to finish all this food?”

Kenneth grabbed the takeout boxes from him and went into the next room, ignoring him.

The two kids were awake and had already made their beds.

Upon seeing him, Denise sweetly greeted him, “Good morning, Mr. Handsome!”

“Good morning!” Kenneth was all smiles.

“Little Marshmallow? Why is she here, Mr. Hamilton?” Fabian’s eyes widened in astonishment as he

was surprised to see Denise there.

Kenneth did not bother to reply to him, but Denise went up and greeted him as well.

“How are you, Mr. Houde?”

“I am fine. What about you?” Fabian looked at her dotingly, totally in love with the little girl.

“Is my mommy awake, Mr. Handsome?” Denise asked.

“Not yet, but the doctor says she will wake up soon,” Kenneth answered as he placed some takeout

boxes in front of her and added, “We brought breakfast for the two of you.”

“Thank you, Mr. Handsome.” She nodded and thank him, then turned to motion Benjamin to do the

same.

Benjamin stepped forward and smilingly thank Kenneth as well.

“Dig in! I will go over to deliver some food to your great-grandpa,” Kenneth said, and he lovingly gave

her a head rub when Denise nodded obediently.

As Fabian walked out with Kenneth, he waved to Denise and said, “See you later, Little Marshmallow!”

“Why is that little girl here? Who is her mommy?” Fabian asked as he caught up with Kenneth, who

continued to ignore all his questions.

Kenneth walked into the ward and greeted Terence. “Please take your breakfast, Old Mr. Watson.”

Terence took a look at him and said, “I don’t feel like eating now. You can leave it on the table.”

Kenneth obligingly did that.

Upon seeing Natasha, Fabian suddenly remembered a matter. He turned to Kenneth and said, “Oh, Mr.

Hamilton, I reckon the police will be coming over later to take her statement.”

Terence turned around in shock and asked, “Statement? What is that about?”

“Ms. Watson’s accident—” Fabian was about to elaborate when Kenneth interrupted him.

“It is just part of the routine investigation by the traffic police for accident cases,” Kenneth said

assuringly to Terence.

Terence did not suspect anything was amiss. He nodded his head, convinced.

Fabian looked puzzlingly at Kenneth, as he was positive Kenneth knew that was not what he meant.

However, he did not pursue further and went out obligingly when Kenneth signaled him to do so.

After Fabian left, Kenneth tried to coax Terence into eating. He said, “The kids are having their

breakfast in the adjacent room. Why don’t you go join them?”

Terence shook his head and declined. “Thank you, but I really have no appetite now.”

“You have to take care of yourself. If you fall sick yourself, no one can take care of the family,” Kenneth

reasoned.

“Are you trying to scare me?” Terence turned to him, displeased.

“I’m fine with it if you wish to see it that way,” Kenneth replied, earning an irritated stare from Terence.

“The kids need to go to school. Do you want to send them there, or should I?” Kenneth continued.

Terence gave it a thought and was worried that Kenneth might take the kids away, so he immediately

said, “I will do it myself!”

Next, he took the food from the table and made his way to the adjacent room to join the kids.

Kenneth nodded as he watched Terence leave, satisfied. He took another look at Natasha and then left

the room too.

After everyone left, Natasha opened her eyes. She recalled how Kenneth tried to coax Terence into

eating and how he stopped Fabian from telling the truth. She realized he was not a thoughtless guy

after all. At least he knew not to add on to an old man’s worry, which made him a somewhat decent

man.

Fabian finally figured things out while he was waiting outside of the ward. As soon as he saw Kenneth

come out, he immediately went up and asked, “Mr. Hamilton, about the ‘mommy’ Little Marshmallow

was talking about… Don’t tell me it is Ms. Watson, your ex-wife!”

Kenneth kept mum, but Fabian knew that his silence meant yes!

“Ms. Watson has kids? But I did not find any records of her marriage!” he exclaimed.

His mind was rife with all sorts of speculations, and he finally settled his sight on Kenneth. “Your ex-

wife’s kids… are not yours, are they?”

Kenneth chose to remain silent, further confirming Fabian’s suspicion.

“So it is true? Oh my gosh! This is unbelievable!” Fabian gushed, and Kenneth gave him a dirty look as

he found Fabian a little noisy.

“I always said Little Marshmallow resembles you, did I not? The first time I met her, I thought she was

your relative, but you denied it,” Fabian continued.

Kenneth recalled Fabian had indeed said that previously. He raised an eyebrow and asked, “Really? In

what ways do we look alike?”

“The eyes? Or is it the mouth?” Fabian gave Kenneth a hard stare, trying to match him with Denise in

his mind. “I can’t tell for sure now, but the resemblance is very clear! Like father, like daughter!

Although I can’t pinpoint the exact feature, from the first sight, I can definitely tell the two of you look

alike!” Fabian added.

His words pleased Kenneth, and suddenly, his boss no longer found him to be a noisy nuisance.

“Oh, it is the presence and the charisma! That’s right! She resembles you in that!” Fabian wasn’t trying

to butter Kenneth up. When he first saw Denise, he had thought she was related to Kenneth, but

Kenneth had denied that.

Fabian wondered what had happened between Kenneth and Natasha.

However, Kenneth was still keeping mum.

“So, is it really true that Little Marshmallow and the other boy are your kids, Mr. Hamilton?” Driven by

curiosity, Fabian continued to probe.