"I know. I'm fine" Just like an adult, Randy replied with a serious tone. "Be good and don't make a fuss, all right?"
"Okay, we understand."
The trio nodded at once.
"Go and play now." Randy gestured with his chin. "And keep your voices down."
"Got it, Randy."
Just as they spoke, the girls covered their mouths, worried that they would disturb Randy with their loud voices.
After the maids led the children downstairs, everyone heaved a sigh of relief when peace returned to the house.
While Randy was about to return to his room, he noticed Daemon giving him a look of approval from the end of the corridor.
"Uncle Dan, shall we talk?"
Randy had something to discuss with him.
Breaking into a smile, Daemon ushered the boy into the study.
In response, Randy followed him in.
Inside, a nurse carefully placed a piece of gauze over the indwelling needle on the back of Randy's hand before leaving.
At the same time, a maid prepared some coffee and waited by the door.
"How's your injuries?"
Drinking his coffee, Daemon gave Randy a gentle look.
Randy's head was bandaged with blood faintly oozing out of his wound. His left wrist was dislocated while his legs were covered with lacerations.
On top of that, he had a bad cold. It was probably caused by the insufficient rest during his kidnap.
Nevertheless, Newton didn't harm him given how important he was as a hostage. Most of his wounds were incurred in the process of his escape.
"It's just a scratch. There's nothing to worry about."
Despite being a seven-year-old, Randy was as mature and steady as an adult.
"What would you like to discuss?" Daemon didn't like beating around the bush.
"Why are you keeping me here?" Randy saw through him at once. "Are you trying to get my parents to exchange Aunt Francey for me?"
"Aunt Francey?" Daemon raised his brow in surprise. The address sounded foreign yet familiar to him.
"The girls' mommy." Randy was aware of what was truly going on. "Is that right, Uncle Dan?"
"Mmm-hmm." Daemon nodded as he replied candidly, "I need to take her back."
"Threats don't work in relationships." Randy frowned. "They will only end up causing more resentment."
"Kid, are you telling me what to do?" Daemon was amused by his answer.
"No matter what, this isn't going to work." Randy couldn't be bothered to elaborate. "That being said, I'm cognizant that you won't hurt me. Furthermore, my daddy will definitely think of a way to rescue me."
The moment he finished, Randy got to his feet and bowed at Daemon. After that, he swaggered out of the study.
Daemon cracked a faint smile as he watched Randy's leaving silhouette.
Harrison couldn't help but exclaim, "The kid holds great potential, "
"Indeed." Daemon sighed. "Wouldn't it be great if he was my son?"
"A nephew is a part of your family too, " Harrison comforted him at once. "Besides, you already have three cute little princesses."
"More like three little witches instead, just like their mom."
Daemon felt exasperated the moment he thought about them. In truth, he didn't particularly favor boys. It was just that he didn't know how to communicate with children.
Considering that Randy had the presence of mind of an adult, Daemon had no trouble interacting with him. In fact, he felt that Randy was easier to talk to than an ordinary person.
Unfortunately for him, not all children were like Randy.
"Girls will always be more cheerful and cute, " Harrison remarked with a smile. "Also, they're still children now. Once they grow up, they'll be a lot more reserved."
"I definitely hope so."
After Daemon returned to his bedroom, he turned on the shower and stood underneath it. When he lowered his head to look at his sleeping "beast, " he gritted his teeth as a cold glint flashed in his eye.
The thought of Derila had caused a raging fire within him to torment his heart.I'm not sure when she will be back, but I will definitely make her pay for the pain and humiliation she has wrought upon me.
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