Reborn From Oblivion
Chapter 343

Nathalie said, "I'm not gonna let you die. Nope, I'm gonna keep you hanging on, making every single day feel worse than death."

Patrick, wracked with pain and despair, lay miserably on the floor, tears streaming down his face. "Please, give me a break and forgive my mistakes. Let me hold onto a shred of dignity..." Nathalie glared at him coldly and tossed a phone his way. "Go on, let your darling daughter give you that dignity."

With trembling hands, Patrick dialed Greta's number. When she answered, Patrick pleaded with tears in his eyes. "Greta, could you come to the hospital to see me?"

Greta brushed off Patrick's voice full of despair, using a tactic of feigned indifference. "Dad, I'm really sorry, but I've been swamped. Cameron's been feeling down, and I've got to be there for him. You just take care of yourself, okay? I'll have Nathalie come by to look after you."

Without giving Patrick a chance to respond, Greta hung up decisively. Patrick stared at the phone, his eyes filled with an indescribable loneliness.

Nathalie, ruthless as ever, remarked, "Trying to win her sympathy won't work. Your daughter is selfish; she only invests in people who can offer her something. To her, you're no longer useful."

Patrick's face went pale. Feeling utterly let down by Greta, he suddenly made a bold decision, lifting his head with a look of resolve. "If I hand over the house to you, will you promise to take care of me?" Nathalie replied, "I won't take your house for nothing. You can stay in the hospital, and I'll deduct the medical and care costs from the sale of the house."

Patrick, with determination, said, "Alright, I agree to give you the last house I own."

Nathalie's face lit up with satisfaction. "I'll go sort out your hospital admission."

It felt like nothing had changed. Yet everything felt different.

Half a month later, Cameron finally clawed his way out of the depths.

He stood before the mirror, gazing at his worn-out reflection-unkempt beard, sunken eyes-and felt a bit of self-loathing.

He gave himself a pep talk. "Starting today, Cameron, you gotta gear up. Either take back Dawson International or bring it to its knees, for Mom's sake."

Cameron's attempt to rise was way tougher than he expected. He had no cash or assets to leverage. That was when Greta thought of the Brown family's only vacant property.

Breaking her usual aloofness, she unexpectedly showed up at the hospital, showering Patrick with warmth like never before. "Dad, it's been ages since I last visited. You're not mad at me, right?"

Seeing his beloved daughter, Patrick

teared up on the spot. He held

Greta's hand and said with a child-like grievance, "Greta, I'm not upset with you. I know you've been busy. Just visit more often, alright?"

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Greta squeezed out a few tears. "Of course, Dad."

Nathalie watched this scene unfold and couldn't help but replace it ironic She bluntly called out Greta's true motives. "Greta, are you here just to see Dad, or is there something else on your mind?"

Greta looked a bit guilty, but since Patrick always spoiled her, she believed he wouldn't hold anything against her. So, she cut to the chase, "Dad, could you transfer the

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ownership of the house to me?"

Patrick was taken aback, shocked, and then panicked. He looked between Nathalie and Greta, his face drained of color.

Nathalie had already schemed to snag his house, revealing just how deep her plans ran.