Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Chapter 672

Until Greta's patience wore thin, she couldn't hold back any longer and dropped her polite facade. With a hint of irritation, she shot a question at Lizzy, "What's Nathalie's deal? I've been waiting forever, and she's just dodging me?"

Lizzy, with an air of arrogance, replied, "My sister's swamped with work and isn't meeting anyone these days. If Mrs. Dawson is in such a rush, she's free to leave."

Greta needed Nathalie's help, so walking away empty-handed wasn't an option. She decided to grit her teeth and wait it out.

It was the middle of the night when Nathalie finally showed up, just as Greta was nodding off.

Nathalie, in a thoughtful gesture, handed Greta a mug of herbal tea. "Here's a little something to perk you up. Want some?"

Knowing full well that she needed all her wits about her for the upcoming conversation, Greta accepted the tea without a second thought and drained it in

one go.

"So, my little sister is the Stewart family's favorite now, huh? Hard to even get a minute with you," Greta remarked, her words tinged with bitterness.

Nathalie glanced at the tea stains on Greta's lips and, out of the blue, asked, "How's your health been, sis?"

thrown off. Nathalie, with her sharp tongue but soft heart, seemed genuinely concerned. This unexpected question warmed Greta's heart

know," Nathalie replied,

are you getting at? Does

casually dropped the bombshell, "The cup you drank from? Yeah, it's from

out of your mind? How could you do

asked abruptly,

caught off guard, blurted, "It was the Eternal Loop. I saw his creator

bolt, and she stared

a wild hope.

her arms defiantly.

grabbed her arm.

in the Eternal Loop were all jumbled. All I saw was Nathan thanking a shadowy

herself, "If I find that

no soul. Why all this fuss to

cried out, distraught, "No, you're wrong. He has thoughts. He has a

of code. His creator programmed everything-height, weight, skin tone... filled him with human-like expressions, actions, and words.