Reborn From Oblivion
Chapter 212

Patrick realized that Cameron wasn't budging and had no choice but to swallow his pride and plead, "Cameron, please get me out of here. I'll do whatever you say from now on. Deal?"

Cameron, clearly annoyed, snapped back, "Wait for me to get back with good news," and then stormed off, his face set like stone.

Patrick felt hopeful, and rubbed his hands together eagerly. "With Cameron on it, it's like having double the manpower. I'll be out of here in no time."

Back at the detention center, a fellow inmate gave Patrick a long, peculiar look, studying him intently.

Patrick tried to steer clear of the guy, but he sidled up to Patrick and struck up a conversation. "Are you a Brown by any chance?"

"Yeah," Patrick replied, a bit confused. "Do we know each other?"

The guy put on a friendly smile. "I'm good friends with your daughter. She asked me to look after you."

Patrick frowned, whispering under his breath, "It must be Nellie. She's the only one who'd hang out with such shady characters."

Suddenly, the man's eyes took on a sinister glint, but his voice dropped to a whisper, "Buddy, since we're pals, I'll level with you. I'm actually the serial killer from ten years back, and I'm on death row. Before I go, I'm looking for someone to join me on the trip to the afterlife." Patrick shuddered with fear.

The man asked, "Are you scared of me?"

"No, not scared... You know you shouldn't break the law, right?"

The man clapped him on the shoulder. "Just kidding, man. How about joining me for a shower? You could give me a hand with a scrub..."

When Patrick stood frozen, the man's gaze turned icy. "What, you don't want to help?" His expression was chilling.

Shaking, Patrick stammered, "I'll go. I'll go."

Not long after Patrick followed the man into the bathroom, Patrick's pained screams echoed.

The bathroom was a gruesome scene, blood everywhere, and Patrick lay on the floor, his ankle's artery severed.

The man flashed a devilish grin. "Your daughter told me to take good care of you. You're quite the failure as a father." Patrick's eyes were wide with disbelief and shock.

Was it really her? Could she be so heartless?

The dark turn in Nellie made Patrick

feel fear for the first time. He

Vol.ne

realized he couldn't treat her like the

little girl he could push around

anymore.

A relentless rainstorm rolled in. The rain washed over the streets, turning the gloomy roads fresh and clean.

Nathalie stood by the window,

gazing down from her high-rise.

Even from a distance, her eye net

found the group of kids below.

A little girl sat curled up on a flowerbed, wearing a floral blouse.

Nathalie stared at her, tears glistening in her eyes. "Baby," she murmured softly.

Suddenly, she couldn't help herself; she slowly opened the window, her head leaning out. "My baby, wait for me..."

Just then, the phone rang, snapping Nathalie back to reality.

She walked over and picked up the phone. The call was from the prison.

"Hello. Is this Greta? There's been an incident with your father. Please come immediately."

Nathalie's lips curled into a slight

smile.

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"Alright."

Nathalie hung up the phone and couldn't hide a hint of joy.