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."

the background. They felt for

turn. He decided to ring his wife. "Greta, I'm up in

my assistant send you

with her

"Mrs. Dawson

Cameron smirked at Nathan.

When Nathan hesitated, holding

phone, Cameron taunted, "What

your

out your relationship's a

Nathan was genuinely in love with Nathalie. To him, Nathan's interest in

provoked and

he watched Nathan confidently dial Nathalie's number—a number

for what felt like ages before it was finally picked

was soft and soothing, like a balm

sweet, innocent