Reborn From Oblivion
Chapter 208

Nathalie spoke gently, "He's injured, so he can only have lightly flavored foods."

"But it seems like Mr. Nathan's not into it?"

"Well, if he doesn't like it, he can just go hungry," Nathalie replied with a stern look.

Nathan's frown disappeared in an instant, and he shot Greta a fierce glare. "What do you even know? I love whatever Nathalie cooks."

Then, turning to Nathalie with a charming grin, he said, "Nathalie, she's just jealous because you treat me so well. She's trying to stir up trouble between us. Don't fall for it. Your cooking is my absolute favorite."

Then, he picked up his fork and started eating like he hadn't seen food in days.

Greta was taken aback by Nathan's devotion and reliance on Nathalie. She eyed Nathalie suspiciously, jealousy burning in her eyes. She couldn't stand the fact that Nathalie had found support in Nathan, a man even more esteemed than her own. Nathan was completely devoted to Nathalie.

Nathan shot her a cold look. "Greta, I know you're here to plead for your dad. But I'm not the one to talk to. You should be talking to Nathalie."

Greta turned to Nathalie in shock. But Nathalie didn't even glance her way, as if she were an ant not worth her time.

Greta felt her knees go weak, realizing she would have to face Nathalie, who despised their father.

Nathalie said bluntly, "Begging me won't help."

Nathan chuckled and said, "Exactly. When he came at you with a knife, I wouldn't just send him to jail. I'd make sure a few people in there showed them a really tough time, make their life miserable, never let them see daylight again."

Greta felt a chill run through her, freezing her inch by inch.

She seemed to grasp something, "So, Mr. Nathan, my father's real target was my sister, not you, right?"

The difference between intentional and unintentional injury could significantly affect her father's punishment. One could lead to criminal charges, while the other might just require compensation.

Nathan continued eating gracefully.

"If his knife had been aimed at me, maybe I could've let it slide. But since he went after Nathalie, I had to lock him up. Leaving him free means Nathalie's life will always be in danger, and I'd be constantly worried for her. How scary would that be?"

Greta looked between Nathan and Nathalie, shaking her head desperately. "Mr. Nathan, why do you protect Nathalie so fiercely? She's just a beggar from the slums." Nathan stopped mid-bite, and when his dark gaze fell on Greta, she felt an icy chill.

"What right do you have to look down on Nathalie? She might have been dealt a bad hand, but she's played itwell. Unlike someone who wasted a winning hand. Greta, life's unpredictable. Who knows, one day you might replace yourself in her shoes."

Nathan's commanding presence seemed to envelop everything. It was as if he ruled the world. Such a powerful aura was something even Cameron couldn't match. Terrified, Greta stumbled and fled.