Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Chapter 205

Greta was growing impatient, waiting for Nathan's reply. Figuring he hadn't seen her messages, she decided to stick to the old adage: "If it's important, repeat it again and again," and sent her message two more times.

Meanwhile, Nathan, annoyed by the constant ding of notifications, finally picked up his phone to block the unknown number. Just before doing so, his eyes caught a glimpse of a crucial part of the message: [Lately, my sister and my husband have completely ignored boundaries, and it's driving me crazy, making my old illness flare up...]

Nathan quietly set the phone aside. His strikingly handsome face hid in the shadows, and his dark eyes gleamed like a predator ready to pounce, full of wild intensity.

This was Nathan's unhappy state, and his most genuine one.

"Nathalie, you shouldn't be like this," he murmured to himself.

There are so many beautiful things in life, yet Nathalie seemed stuck in the past, unable to let go of her grudges.

He let out a soft sigh, "Oh well, there's always tomorrow," trying to reassure himself.

One day...

Two days...

Three days...

Greta heard

finally got it-to Nathan, she was invisible, a nobody. For the first time, she felt what it was like to be disregarded, and it stung, filling her with shame. She felt a

you a chance, and you wasted it. So don't blame me for playing hardball now." With that, she turned to Cameron, sending him a barrage of embellished messages. [Cameron,

really at my wit's end, so

dad. You know I'm not in great health and

fault. She provoked my dad on purpose. That's why he lost control and accidentally injured Mr.

...

having a long,

schedule was

heirs, they were still on the fringes of their families. The production team was polite but driven by the

en

taste of falling

phone buzzed annoyingly. With a frown, he fished his phone out from under the pillow, groggily