Reborn From Oblivion (Nellie and Cameron) novel Chapter 207

As the footsteps neared the hospital room, Nathan abruptly raised his voice, "I just don't get it. You're nowhere near as gorgeous as Nathalie. And your manners? It's just plain tacky. How do you even compare to Nathalie's elegance? Mr. Cameron must be blind to mistake gravel for a gem."

Greta had always been a star performer. She couldn't stand the thought of being outdone by someone she considered beneath her. She snapped back, "Mr. Nathan, you know nothing about me or Nellie. You have no right to judge us."

Nathan shrugged, unfazed, "Anyone with eyes can see that Nathalie, with her natural beauty, is way prettier than your face with too many plastic surgeries. Her demeanor is softer and kinder... You think your dad and Cameron favor you because you're better than Nathalie? Nope, it's 'cause they're blind. And..."

His eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint, "Sooner or later, Cameron and your dad will see the truth, and they'll be kicking themselves for not recognizing real beauty when they had the chance..."

"No way," Greta shouted, breaking down.

But quickly catching herself, she straightened up with pride, "My dad and my husband love me unconditionally. That will never change."

Nathan smirked, "Just wait till reality hits you."

Outside the room, Nathalie's expression was hard to read. The way Nathan called her "my Nathalie" made her skin crawl, yet oddly, it felt like coming home.

The door swung open suddenly, and Nathalie walked in with a food container in hand.

But Nathan didn't even glance her way, his eyes still tenderly fixed on Nathalie. Nathalie stood there, casually dressed in a white T-shirt and black pleated skirt, with just a touch of jewelry. Yet, her simple look only highlighted her glowing skin and striking features, leaving Nathan awestruck.

Nathalie focused on unpacking the food container, revealing simple dishes like chicken soup, garlic zucchini, and shredded pork in sauce—all comfort foods from home.

Nathan frowned. Even though he was injured, he still craved rich, flavorful meals.

Greta seized the moment. "Nel, why are you giving Mr. Nathan such plain food? You're not really trying, are you?"