Reborn From Oblivion
Chapter 206

But Cameron never bothered to text her back.

Greta was so furious she hurled her phone across the room. She crumbled into mess of tears, feeling more hopeless than she ever had before. Just when she thought things couldn't get worse, Nathalie's call popped up out of the blue.

Greta glanced at the cracked screen on the floor, where Nathalie's face was distorted into devilish shards. Her smile felt unsettlingly eerie. Facing Nathalie at her lowest was the last thing Greta wanted to do. However, Nathalie was relentless and called over and over again. Exasperated, Greta finally stooped down to pick up her phone. "Yeah?" she answered, her voice laced with irritation.

Nathalie's voice came through nonchalantly, "I got a call this morning. Apparently, Dad's not feeling too well. Greta, he's getting old. If something happens to him, who's going to look after you?"

Her words jabbed at Greta's heart like icy daggers, leaving her breathless.

"Nathalie, you're doing this on purpose. You know I'm stuck in the hospital. I don't have the strength to help Dad. You're the only one who can..."

Nathalie replied, playing the victim, "Greta, remember when I had that kidney transplant? No one was there for me-no one to care, comfort, or just sit with me. I had to tough it out, living on takeout. But Dad? He was glued to your side 24/7. Now he's in trouble, and you're nowhere to be found. If he knew how you're treating him, he'd be heartbroken."

After a pause, Nathalie added with a sarcastic twist, "If you really wanted to save Dad, what could possibly hold back your sense of duty? Oh, wait, you're the pampered princess and always need someone to cater to you. Without help, you can't do anything, right?" "Fine, let Dad stay where he is then."

Greta, seething with anger, shot back, "Nathalie, don't get too cocky. I will get Dad out."

One evening, Greta managed to sneak out of the hospital. She somehow got a tip-off and slipped quietly into Nathan's exclusive VIP hospital room.

Nathan looked up, startled to see her. "Greta? You really are your father's daughter, aren't you? Both of you have a knack for barging into other people's spaces," he said, mocking her.

Greta rushed over, her voice desperate, "Mr. Nathan, please. I'm begging you to let my father go. I'll make it up to you someday..." Nathan eyed her as if she were spinning a fairy tale and was intrigued. "And what exactly do you have that I might want?" Greta replied, "I'm Cameron's wife. He adores me. If I ask him to hand over his projects to you, he'll do it, no question."

Nathan squinted, quietly amused by the absurdity of it all.

"What projects could Mr. Cameron possibly have that would catch my interest?" Nathan kept his face unreadable so Greta couldn't pick up on his sarcasm.

"The Dawson family has loads of projects. There's gotta be something in there for you..."

Just then, the sharp click of high heels echoed down the hallway.

Nathan's frosty demeanor suddenly melted into a warm, inviting expression.