Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Chapter 418

thinking he hadn't noticed her daughter had passed. How could someone as sharp as Nathan not have known?

She recalled a past life where she trudged along a mountain path, weighed down by despair and the lifeless body of her daughter. Nathan had shown up out of the blue, unfazed by her daughter's cold form, lifting her gently in and out of the car. Back then, she was naive, His arrival wasn't just a twist of fate. It was a deliberate act to be there for her. So, when she attempted to take her own life, the fading echoes of him calling her "Nathalie" and his heartfelt cries weren't mere hallucinations-he truly grieved for her.

Lizzy was at the wheel, the car slicing through the rain like a knife. Nathalie stared out the window, but all she could see was Nathan, tirelessly running toward her.

"Lizzy, step on it." Nathalie was anxious to get home.

She remembered the diary Nathan handed her before he left, casually saying, "Feel free to read it anytime." For so long, she treated it as his private world, locking it away in a drawer. Now, it seemed, that diary might hold secrets he wanted to share but couldn't find the words to say.

Lizzy floored the gas pedal, sending the car racing down the streets.

At Rowland Corporation, Cameron sat uneasily in his office. His phone lay on the desk, displaying photos of him and Greta-childhood sweethearts, back in their carefree days. Back then, his smile was bright, and Greta's eyes sparkled with clarity. They played on the grass, studied in the library, and ran on the sports field together. From awkward teens to young adults, they grew up side by side.

turned complex and distant. Cameron painfully flipped his phone face down, cradling his head in his hands,

a twinge of

If

unexpectedly exposed Greta's

forgive her, pretend nothing happened,

loss. Yet, Greta's presence haunted

his thoughts. He closed

eyes, hesitated briefly, then

up the

as if their earlier heated argument had never happened. Cameron was incensed. "Your kidney disease has flared up again; you need to

can't afford the treatment. I might as well go home and wait for

worry, Greta. We're still married,

I get better, you'll divorce me, won't you? If that's the case,

snapped, hanging up