Reborn From Oblivion
Chapter 333

With her cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling, the nurse gushed, "Wow, so you're actually a genius with a degree! I'm so impressed!"

Nathan turned, his gaze cool and commanding. "Could you give us a moment?" he asked in a tone that was more of a directive than a request.

Blushing even harder, the nurse quickly left the room.

Nathan then turned to Nathalie, a hint of frustration in his voice. "First, you tell me to give Ashley a shot, and then you're pushing the nurse to make a move on me. Have you ever stopped to ask what woman I actually want?"

Nathalie suddenly felt as if she'd been jolted awake. She had once chosen a man she adored, only to suffer through his cold indifference. Now, she just wanted Nathan to replace someone who would love him fiercely, but she hadn't considered whether Nathan would love such a girl back.

Feeling a bit sheepish, she admitted, "I thought a girl like Ashley was every guy's dream."

Nathan shook his head. "Sure, her wealth, beauty, and talent match well with mine. But Nathalie, I have all those things, and they don't really matter to me."

Curious, Nathalie asked, "Then what do you want? You're not telling me you want someone broke, unattractive, and uneducated, are you?"

Nathan looked directly into her eyes.

Nathalie, with her slightly rounded cheeks, eyes as lively as polished gems, and flawless skin, looked younger than her years. She was a timeless beauty.

Even with the wisdom of two lifetimes, her eyes held pure clarity. She wasn't naive but had a unique charm that set her apart.

Nathan spoke earnestly, "I would like a girl with a strong moral compass, a brave heart, and a compassionate soul. Most importantly, someone who's really, really good to me." Nathalie let out a deep breath. "Nathan, I'm sorry."

"I was stuck in old clichés, thinking

love among the wealthy was all about matching social status and destiny. I didn't realize you were looking for someone with such a

beautiful spirit."

A faint smile appeared on Nathan's face, and his expression softened. "Nathalie, if you come across someone like that, introduce her to me. I'd be thrilled."

Nathalie patted Nathan's hand. "I promise I won't meddle in your love life anymore."

Nathan smiled, letting the silence speak for him.

Three days after Cameron came to, he finally remembered Nathalie, who he had left tied up at home. The realization that she hadn't eaten for three days and might be in serious trouble sent a chill down his spine. He immediately arranged to teave the hospital and rushed home with urgency.

Greta was beside herself with worry, talking nonstop on the way. "This is terrible! No one's been home, and Nathalie hasn't had anything to eat or drink in three days. What if she's...?" Despite the potentially dire situation, Cameron, who had always been indifferent to Nathalie, brushed it off. "It's just three days. She won't starve. Relax."

Unconsciously, Cameron sped up, and soon they arrived home.

"Nathalie!" Cameron called out as he climbed the stairs.

Silence greeted him.

Cameron and Greta exchanged nervous glances, anxiety clear on their faces. They hurried to Nathalie's room on the second floor.

When they opened the door, they

found it empty. On the floor lay a pocket knife that certainly didn't belong to anyone in the Brown family. The ropes had been sliced cleanly by the sharp blade.

Puzzled, Greta said, "Did someone rescue her? She doesn't have any family in this city. Who would care enough to help her?"