Reborn From Oblivion (Nellie and Cameron) novel Chapter 754

Benjamin gritted his teeth. "Nathalie, you're really mistaken. This guy isn't my brother. No way I'd have a brother who's been to jail." His face was painted with disdain as he spoke.

Nathalie met his gaze with a cold stare. "Is having a criminal brother that shameful?"

She couldn't care less.

If it were her brother who'd messed up, she'd yell, maybe even smack him, but she'd never turn her back on him.

Nathalie chose to drop the topic. She glanced at the screen, her voice tinged with sadness, "Oh."

"Do you know what crime this whistleblower committed?"

Benjamin replied, "Something along the lines of financial fraud. Embezzled a load of money, the kind you can't ever pay back, so he got a life sentence."

Nathalie was stunned.

A massive fortune sat in Maple Company's accounts.

Is that where it all came from?

She was at a loss for words.

After a pause, she shot Benjamin a sarcastic remark, "You sure seem to know a lot about him."

Realizing he’d spilled too much, Benjamin hurriedly signed the contract and made a quick exit.

Nathalie stood up, feeling lost, and stumbled forward.

The winter sky was a blanket of thick clouds.

Yet, the sun, hidden as it was, stubbornly cast its warm, fiery glow.

Suddenly, a familiar voice echoed in Nathalie's mind.

"Taking care of you is my mission, sis."

"I work my fingers to the bone so you can live without a care."

"Even if I'm not around, you have to be happy. Your happiness is my life's wish."

Tears, like pearls, welled up and streamed down her face.

The questions that once puzzled Nathalie now made sense.

Why hadn’t Nathan hesitated when he chose to help her?

He'd unhesitatingly helped her, pushing her into the light while letting himself sink into the shadows.

"Dad, I just want to visit an old friend."

Lincoln sighed, relieved.

"Vivian, I’ll help you clear any obstacle to go anywhere in the world. But that place is one you must avoid."

Nathalie felt a wave of disappointment wash over her.

Since that path was closed, she'd have to take a different route.

She decided she would keep visiting him in prison.

But this time, she’d prepare the gifts herself.

Dragging her weary body, she went to the local market to gather materials. She wanted to make him clothes, cook for him, craft handmade flowers... The list of gifts kept growing.