Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Chapter 534

The old lady's face lit up with excitement when Nathan's name was mentioned, her features wrinkling with emotion. Her mouth moved like a rusty hinge, "Young Master Nathan was raised by me. How could I possibly not recognize him?"

Nathalie recalled the first time she laid eyes on Nathan, frail and bony, his body marked by cruel whiplashes. She pondered: even if this old lady wasn't fibbing and she did indeed raise Nathan, what difference did it make? She'd never shown him kindness. Her appearance of warmth and love was just a mask; underneath, she was cold and ruthless.

Yet, as Nathalie glanced at the old woman, who seemed so timid and hunched over, she struggled to connect her to the image of a heartless woman.

"You claim you raised him? Then you must know his body well. Tell me, does he have a birthmark, and if so, where?"

Without missing a beat, the old lady replied, "On his back, left side."

Nathalie was taken aback.

Benjamin chimed in, "Nathalie, surely you believe us now?"

you tipped her off about. Let's try something different, ma'am. What's Nathan's favorite dish? What color clothes does he

bring an album along, capturing the day-to-day

it,

from Nathan at three to six years old, a seamless timeline. He was consistently thin,

clothes and living

top-notch.

whole years, he stayed with the old

as he slept, feeding him, doing his laundry-there

image

be..." Nathalie murmured,

fought against

ages nursing him back to health, transforming him from a scarred, skinny little thing into

you when every time I found Nathan, he was covered in injuries, whether from traffickers or hitmen? And now

haunting scars were clear evidence of