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."

family's forgotten one, hidden in the background. They felt for him, but no one

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

assistant send you some warm

was pleased with her

"Mrs. Dawson truly

Cameron smirked at Nathan.

When Nathan hesitated, holding

phone, Cameron taunted, "What

call your

your relationship's a

Nathalie. To him, Nathan's interest in Nathalie seemed like a well-planned business

provoked

confidently dial Nathalie's number—a number he'd never bothered to

what felt like ages before it was finally picked

was soft and soothing, like

gentleness took Cameron back to their first meeting when she was a sweet, innocent