She looked up at Colby with large, tearful eyes and sobbed dramatically.
Colby shook his head, showing no willingness to intervene.
âDestinee, you shouldnât call other people âDaddyâ.
You really do deserve a spanking.
â
Destinee felt a sense of despair.
It was over.
Colby wasnât going to assist her; he had let her down.
Their mother was not in the lab to help her.
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Feeling utterly unsupported and desolate, she broke down in loud cries.
Nathan sat sternly by the bed, apparently indifferent to her tears and having no desire to placate her.
Fearing the imminent punishment, Destinee reluctantly positioned herself across Nathanâs lap, sulking.
Her small legs kicked in frustration as she murmured, âIf you donât care about me anymore, then let the pain kill me! Daddy, just spank me to death.
It seems Iâm just a little baby nobody loves.
â
Nathan frowned and looked at her.
He hadnât even started to spank her, yet she was already acting like a martyr and seeking sympathy.
He wondered where she had picked up such tactics.
He secured Destineeâs waist with his left hand, and his right hand was raised.
âNathan, donât!â
A pair of large hands appeared before Nathan, shielding Destineeâs back.
Nathan didnât need to look up to recognize who was interrupting his discipline of Destinee.
Destinee seemed to realize she had found a protector and cried out, âKyson, help me! Iâm going to be spanked to death!â
Kyson hadnât left the area.
Sensing that Nathan was about to discipline Destinee, he had stayed close to the door, listening intently, concerned that Destinee might be unfairly treated.
âNathan, what Destinee did earlier today was indeed improper, but there was a reason behind it.
Phillis Perez demeaned me during our blind date.
I chose not to argue with her, but her remarks became increasingly intolerable.
Destinee couldnât stand it anymore and spoke up in my defense,â he said sincerely, carefully lifting Destinee from Nathanâs lap.
Seeing no objection from Nathan, he confidently cradled her in his arms, soothingly patting her back as she wept, gently consoling her.
âI know I shouldnât meddle in your parenting, but I must admit some responsibility for todayâs incident.
My handling of the situation was flawed.
â
Nathan looked at him with piercing eyes but did not contradict him.
âIndeed, the fault is yours.
Destinee is still young and doesnât grasp these matters, but you do.
You were aware she used an inappropriate term and spoke out of turn, yet you didnât intervene or correct the misunderstanding with Phillis.
Kyson, are you certain your actions were without hidden intentions?â
Kyson was at a loss for words in response.
Destinee sobbed and clung tightly to Kysonâs neck, hiccupping through her tears.
âBoohoo, Daddy, donât be mad at Kyson.
He doesnât mean any harm.
He just spoils me because he loves me.
â
Nathan watched his daughterâs distressed and defensive expression, sighed deeply, and asked, âDestinee, do you understand what you did wrong?â
Destinee remained in Kysonâs arms and did not answer his question.
With a stern expression, Nathan warned, âThis is the last time I will correct you for indiscriminately calling someone âDaddy.
â If it happens again, I will keep you at home and you wonât be allowed to see your godfather.
â
His warning had a significant impact.
Destinee became visibly frightened and tearfully acknowledged her error.
âI was wrong, I wonât do it again; please forgive me, Daddy.
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