Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Chapter 370

In the eastern outskirts, there was a mountain that towered nearly four thousand meters high. In the thick of summer, the base of the mountain simmered in the heat while the summit remained cool and refreshing. Nathalie trudged along the mountain path with her trusty backpack. Whenever exhaustion hit, she paused to take in the view from above.

She gazed at the winding road, snaking tightly around the steep mountain like a dragon gripping its prey. The path was not only steep but dangerously narrow. Driving on this road was a risky endeavor.

Out of nowhere, memories of Nathalie's past life flooded her mind-she remembered carrying her daughter's body along a snow-covered road at the mountain's base. Those were her darkest days, a peak of helplessness spanning both lives. Thankfully, Nathan had appeared like a guardian angel, lifting her exhausted form from the ground.

Back then, she was completely drained, overwhelmed not just by her daughter's death but by her own physical weakness. As she lay in Nathan's car, she felt every bump in the road, but she remained oblivious to the incredible effort it took for Nathan to navigate this treacherous path with her and her daughter.

Nathalie's gratitude for Nathan was immeasurable. How could the world see such a gentle and kind man as a formidable tyrant?

feet and continued her climb to the summit. When she finally reached

had laid her daughter to rest had no grave, but a beautiful sapling stood in its place. Nathalie placed a plush doll under the tree, then sat down on

there?" she murmured. "I miss you so

she whispered, "If you've forgiven me, could you visit me in

to say I'm

never found the courage to leave, she confessed. "It's my fault for

was floored. He couldn't believe that the gravesite

more surprising

frequently talked about divorce, had loved him so deeply in secret. Was it her faith and love for him that held her back

to Greta. She was more beautiful and empathetic, and her selfless