Reborn From Oblivion (Nellie and Cameron) novel Chapter 212

Patrick realized that Cameron wasn't budging and had no choice but to swallow his pride and plead, "Cameron, please get me out of here. I'll do whatever you say from now on. Deal?"

Cameron, clearly annoyed, snapped back, "Wait for me to get back with good news," and then stormed off, his face set like stone.

Patrick felt hopeful, and rubbed his hands together eagerly. "With Cameron on it, it's like having double the manpower. I'll be out of here in no time."

Back at the detention center, a fellow inmate gave Patrick a long, peculiar look, studying him intently.

Patrick tried to steer clear of the guy, but he sidled up to Patrick and struck up a conversation. "Are you a Brown by any chance?"

"Yeah," Patrick replied, a bit confused. "Do we know each other?"

The guy put on a friendly smile. "I'm good friends with your daughter. She asked me to look after you."

Patrick frowned, whispering under his breath, "It must be Nellie. She's the only one who'd hang out with such shady characters."

Suddenly, the man's eyes took on a sinister glint, but his voice dropped to a whisper, "Buddy, since we're pals, I'll level with you. I'm actually the serial killer from ten years back, and I'm on death row. Before I go, I'm looking for someone to join me on the trip to the afterlife."

Patrick shuddered with fear.

The man asked, "Are you scared of me?"

"No, not scared... You know you shouldn't break the law, right?"

The man clapped him on the shoulder. "Just kidding, man. How about joining me for a shower? You could give me a hand with a scrub..."

When Patrick stood frozen, the man's gaze turned icy. "What, you don't want to help?" His expression was chilling.

Shaking, Patrick stammered, "I'll go. I'll go."

Not long after Patrick followed the man into the bathroom, Patrick's pained screams echoed.

Suddenly, she couldn't help herself; she slowly opened the window, her head leaning out.

"My baby, wait for me..."

Just then, the phone rang, snapping Nathalie back to reality.

She walked over and picked up the phone. The call was from the prison.

"Hello. Is this Greta? There's been an incident with your father. Please come immediately."

Nathalie's lips curled into a slight smile. "I'm sorry, I can't leave right now. But I have an older sister. You can contact her first."

"Alright."

Nathalie hung up the phone and couldn't hide a hint of joy.