Page 6 of Dr. Damaged Protector

He accepted it. “Your siblings tried the same hand on me.”

“I’m assuming you turned them down?” I raised a brow.

“They all wanted something in return, and I am…loyalsomewhat to your father,” he responded. “So yes, I did turn them down.”

“But…”

“You, on the other hand, well, let’s say I’m interested in seeing what you’re able to do,” he admitted.

I nodded, satisfied with his reply. “My siblings, have they been here?”

“Very rarely,” he answered. I could see his eyes twitch. “It wouldn’t be bad if they visited.”

Sebastian Knight was fifty-five years old. After Gregory, the last born, my mother left. Father hired him as a makeshift nanny. We weren’t fond of him, but he grew on us with time. Tabitha didn’t hate him, and he was more of a father to Helena and Greg.

He taught me a lot of things as well.

“I guess I do owe you information,” he said in an attempt to adjust the atmosphere that had suddenly gotten tense.

“As I said, I only gave you the money out of goodwill,” I said with a closed eye smile, resting my chin on my left palm. “But if you must, then I’m interested.”

“Your mother has been visiting the manor lately,” he said. “Yes, your father is aware of this. The two have even had dinner together.”

“Don’t tell me they are getting back together.”

“Quite the opposite,” he said, “Your mother seems to be looking for someone. I have no name. But she wants them dead.”

I swallowed. Sometimes, I forgot that she was dangerous, and I had yet to get an upper hand on her.

Tabitha looks up to her.

What has father been up to?” I changed the topic.

“He’s been pretty tame this period,” he replied. “Just the usual things. Blackmail, bribery of government officials to win contracts.” He seemed bored talking about my father. “However, there seems to be something new. In summary, I think you would be getting a new stepmother.”

“He’s getting married?” I couldn’t help laughing, “Who’s the unlucky maiden? And how is he able to use black magic now?”

“Money, son. No other purer form of black magic than money,” a voice responded.

Sebastian and I turned to acknowledge my father's presence; neither of us was afraid of him.

“My son,” he said with eyes that seemed to say he was proud of me, but it only made my skin crawl. “You seem to be in good health.”

He started making his way to the chair where I sat. Typically, it was his chair, but I had no intention of getting up for him.

“Welcome back, sir,” Sebastian greeted.

“Unfortunately, you seem to be in good health as well,” I said. “Surely, even you haven’t placed the angel of death in his pockets, have you?”

“I can help you with a recommendation,” he said as he took another seat, motioning for tea.

“I’ll think about it,” I said with a forced smile, sipping my drink.

“Ah…” Father sighed in relief after taking the tea. “It’s a good thing you’re back. I need a favor.”

“A favor?” I arched my brow, exchanging side glances with Sebastian, “Why?”

“So that I can owe you one in return,” he responded. “I already know you’ve bought off most people that are associated with me.” He paused and stared at the head butler briefly. “If not all of them.”

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