Reborn From Oblivion

Nathan stood silently for what seemed like forever, finally speaking with a heavy seriousness, "Just one." Nathalie let out a big sigh of relief.

"Alright, I trust you."

As he helped her up, Nathan said, "You should lay off the booze. It's not good for you."

Out of the blue, Nathalie hugged him tightly, overwhelmed with emotion. "Nathan, take care of yourself." For once, Nathan didn't say anything back.

A hush fell over them.

The air turned inexplicably somber.

Not too far away, a shadowy figure was lurking behind a column. Not wanting to alert Nathan, Nathalie subtly sent him off.

"Nathan, the bath's ready. Go enjoy it."

Once Nathan was gone, Nathalie marched straight to the column. Miranda was there, looking both embarrassed and panicked. "Nathalie, I..."

Nathalie hadn't doubted her at first, but Miranda's jittery vibe set off alarm bells. Nathalie had to ask, "What are you doing here at this hour?" She demanded, her face stern.noveldrama

Miranda stumbled over her words, "I just couldn't sleep. So I went for a walk..."

Nathalie pressed on, "Then why were you hiding?"

Miranda, never good at lying, stammered, "Well..."

Nathalie was furious, "Do you think I'm gullible? Or maybe you think I'm too soft? I took you in when you had nowhere else to go, and you have the gall to deceive me?"

Caught off guard, Miranda was flustered, "Nathalie, I didn't mean any harm. It's just... I'm worried about my daughter, Greta. She's so young, stuck in a mental hospital, and not in good health. How is she supposed to get through life?"

"Her illness isn't on me. Why involve me in your schemes?" Nathalie snapped back.

Miranda replied, "But her illness is tied to Mr. Nathan."

Nathalie went pale, "Who told you that?"

Miranda explained, "I visited Greta, and she kept calling Nathan's name. It seemed strange, so I started paying more attention to him."

Nathalie was shocked, "She's calling for Nathan?"

Miranda nodded, "She keeps mentioning him and hides whenever she hears his name."

Miranda, deeply worried about Greta, broke into tears and clutched Nathalie's hand, pleading, "Please, Nathalie, help Greta. You're the only one who can."

Nathalie pushed Miranda's hand away, torn by conflicting emotions.

Suddenly, a steely voice cut through the tension.

"Why should Nathalie help her? Hasn't she suffered enough because of them?" Nathan appeared out of nowhere, wearing a bathrobe, his hair still dripping wet.

His face was stern, "Miranda, you shouldn't push your luck. Nathalie has been incredibly kind to take you in, yet you expect her to help your daughter? Do you think she's a charity worker? Even charities don't support their own adversaries."

Miranda lowered her head, her voice barely a whisper, "I know I've done a lot wrong in the past. But I've learned from my mistakes. Nathalie, can't you forgive me?"

Nathalie's face was a mix of emotions. She couldn't forgive Greta, nor Miranda.

But she wanted to know more about Nathan, to see if he was as dark as Miranda claimed.

Suddenly, Nathan took Nathalie's

hand and started leading her towards the bedroom. "I'd do

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anything for you. But on this, you have to trust me. Stay away from the Qiao family. You don't need their bad vibes rubbing off on you."

Nathalie looked up at Nathan, her eyes wide with both curiosity and a touch of pleading.

She wondered if Nathan wanted her to steer clear of Greta to hide something or simply to keep her away from those who might bring her down.