Reborn From Oblivion (Nellie and Cameron) novel Chapter 618

As Nathalie left the hospital, she couldn't stop staring at the hand Lincoln had just held. The warmth from that brief touch seemed to linger in her heart. She felt deep down that her father had been thrilled to hear her voice; surely, he was glad to see her too, right?

In her mind, the once hazy and abstract image of her father was becoming more real, more concrete.

"I've got to find a way to heal my dad," she vowed with determination.

Lizzy was always right there with her, offering unwavering support. "Sis, you're going to make it happen," she assured with confidence.

The sunset painted the earth in a warm glow, casting buildings in a romantic, mysterious red light.

Nathalie was in a great mood until she got home and saw Miranda and Greta. Just like that, her spirits plummeted.

"Hey, who said you could bring her back here?" Lizzy snapped, her face flushed with anger. "Sis made it clear she didn't want her here. How dare you defy her like this?"

Miranda looked flustered, glancing nervously at Nathalie's icy stare. "Nathalie, your sister has nowhere else to go. Please, let her stay."

Nathalie studied Greta closely, finding her supposed madness curious. The reasons behind her outbursts seemed fishy, and her symptoms were unlike any other mental health cases Nathalie had encountered.

Frankly, Nathalie suspected Greta was just putting on an act.

She never trusted Greta.

"I don't want her around. Either send her away, or you both leave," Nathalie said, her voice cold as ice.

Miranda's face turned ashen.

She looked at Nathalie, fear-stricken, and couldn't muster a word.

"Fine, she can stay, but I don't want to see her. Keep her out of my way," Nathalie conceded, walking away.

Lizzy huffed, "She's really lucky."

A few days later, Nathalie got a message from an unknown number.

Her first thought was to delete it, but something about it felt oddly familiar.

"Tonight, meet me at The Sunflower Club. Don't forget your token of gratitude."

It hit her—the sender was the man in the wheelchair.