Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 308 Am I the weakest son of the vampire progenitor? 45

Zhao Zhao's temper was spoiled and indulged by these people, and it grew quite a bit without her realizing it. She would glare at her father whenever something went wrong.

Before Morsen Cain could say anything, Asher quickly stepped in to defend him, "Father, little Hill is just being silly, please don't be angry."

My son's memory has deteriorated to this point; he's so dazed and confused. It's heartbreaking and frustrating.

“…I’m not angry.” He explained calmly, then stopped when he saw his youngest son staring at his feet with a wronged expression. He was caught in a dilemma.

"Hilgarven, stop playing around." Asher smiled and picked up Zhao Zhao, about to hand him over to Morsen Cain. "Father, do you have some free time later? I have something I want to say to you."

He discovered that little Hill had memory problems, and it was best to remind his father to pay more attention to this matter.

Mosen Cain casually replied, "Yes," and reached out to take Zhao Zhao, but before he could touch her, she dodged him. He looked down in surprise and realized that Zhao Zhao's eyes were full of unfamiliarity with him, and a pang of sadness shot through his heart.

Have you forgotten so quickly...?

Seeing Zhao Zhao's actions, Asher asked in confusion, "Little Hill, what's wrong?"

Zhao Zhao simply grabbed his sleeve and questioned, "Why did you give me away to someone else, brother?"

"What other person? That's my father."

Asher's heart was also stirred. Little Hill had only been separated from his father for three hours. If he couldn't remember someone in such a short time, especially his closest person, there must be something wrong.

He looked up at his father, his eyes filled with unconcealed worry, "Father, little Hill..."

Mosen Cain raised his hand, interrupting him, "I'll talk about it later."

He bent down, looked into Zhao Zhao's eyes, and reminded her again and again, "I am your father, Morsen Cain."

“You are my sixth son, Hilgaven.”

"Did you remember?"

“I think I vaguely remember,” Zhao Zhao said, looking at him and then at Asher. When Asher nodded in confirmation, she called out, “Father.”

"……Um."

Held tightly in Mosen Cain's arms, Zhao Zhao nestled in his warm and comforting embrace. Soon, she became drowsy and opened her eyes to see the setting sun outside the window.

It's getting dark; it's time to go to bed.

The room, which had fallen silent and dark again, was filled with the sweet sounds of a cub sleeping. Gently placing Zhao Zhao into his little coffin, Mosen Cain and Asher left together.

On the way, Asher hesitated, already knowing what he was going to ask. Mosen Cain said, "Hilgarven has memory problems. I'll figure something out. During this time, you guys keep an eye on him and remember not to provoke him."

A sharp gaze swept over Asher's stunned expression, startling him so much that he quickly agreed.

For the next few days, Morsen Cain was nowhere to be seen in the castle. The other princes all knew about Zhao Zhao's situation, and even though they would come to make an appearance every day, Zhao Zhao would almost always forget about them as soon as she turned around.

The group was very worried and went out early and returned late every day to look for a solution.

That day, Zhao Zhao was alone in the castle, a rare occurrence. His memory had deteriorated significantly, and he couldn't remember anything except the system.

Bored, he called out, "System~"

[The host is present.]

"I feel like I'm an idiot."

Zhao Zhao himself could feel the strangeness in his memory, but because he would forget his thoughts soon afterward, he did not fall into sadness.

Be confident, and let go of the "feeling."

"..."

Fortunately, Zhao Zhao immediately forgot her anger and continued playing football in the huge castle without a care in the world.

During this period, Evanolin and the others treated Zhao Zhao like a king, giving him whatever he wanted.

During this time, he developed a liking for playing football, so they sent him a whole bunch of different kinds of balls.

The castle's corridor hall originally displayed many expensive vases, but after Zhao Zhao kicked and broke many of them, they were all removed.

It wasn't that I felt sorry for the vase, but rather that I was worried the shards might hurt Zhaozhao.