Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Chapter 190

The production team seized the moment to stir the pot. "You're allowed one phone call for some outside help. You can have someone bring supplies up here for you," the director suggested, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he finished. The first guest picked up his phone with a weary expression and said to the camera, "I want to call my dad. After my parents divorced, he left. I've never asked him for anything. He missed every big moment in my life. I just want to know if I still matter to him at all." When the call connected, a deep, familiar voice answered, "Who's this?"

Nathan's face fell as he recognized the voice. He stared at the young man with a dark gaze.

""Dad, it's me."

There was a heavy silence. Then, with a hint of irritation, the voice replied, "What do you want?"

"I'm on a show..."

"You've got the wrong number."

Before the young man could say more, the call ended abruptly. He stared at the phone, his eyes welling up.

The room grew tense, so the director quickly jumped in. "The signal's a bit spotty up here. Want to try someone else?"

He shook his head. "Nah, it's alright. I'll just hang out here tonight. It's kinda nice."

was the family's forgotten one, hidden in the background. They felt for him, but

was Cameron's turn. He decided to ring his wife. "Greta, I'm up in the mountains, and it's a bit

my assistant

with

"Mrs. Dawson truly loves her

Cameron smirked at Nathan.

When Nathan hesitated, holding

phone, Cameron taunted, "What

call your

find out your relationship's

with Nathalie. To

couldn't stand being provoked and quickly dialed Nathalie's

Nathalie's number—a number he'd never

like ages before

voice was soft and soothing, like a

meeting when she was a sweet,