Reborn From Oblivion (Nellie and Cameron) novel Chapter 837

Nathalie looked furious. "Benjamin, if anyone's talking nonsense because of a fever, it's you. Just because I've let the Rowland family stick around for a few more days, you think you can lecture me?"

Benjamin was caught off guard.

"Nathalie, are you seriously not going to let the Rowland family off the hook?"

"Were they involved in the attempt on Nathan's life? Yes. Did they abuse him? Yes. The Rowland family deserves to fall apart."

"Nathalie, if you go through with this, Morris won't be on your side. Using his influence to destroy the Rowland family—aren't you worried he might resent you?"

Nathalie was taken aback.

Despite her fierce nature, she still had some rationality. Everything she did was in Nathan's best interest. If tearing down the Rowland family was against Nathan's wishes, she certainly didn't want to oppose him.

Frustrated, she hung up on Benjamin and kicked the back of a chair hard.

Dominick was so startled he almost jumped out of his seat, then quickly settled back down.

"Dominick, if I were to tear apart the Rowland and McCoy families, do you think Nathan would blame me?"

Dominick thought it over. "It's hard to say."

"What do you mean?"

"The boss definitely hates the Rowland family. But given his cleverness, if he wanted revenge, he could easily get it. Yet, he lets the Rowland family run wild, which suggests he doesn't plan to wipe them out."

Nathalie's expression darkened.

Her resolve to crush the Rowland family into ruins began to waver again.

"And he definitely wouldn't fall for me. If he'd had even a bit of affection over the years, he wouldn't have let Greta bully me so thoroughly."

"But the custody issue with Nina, that seems possible."

Nathalie instructed Dominick, "Let's go to the bar."

After getting the bar's address from Benjamin, Dominick, with the help of navigation, successfully found the small, hidden pub in the city.

Standing in front of the rundown pub, Nathalie couldn't help but feel a bit sentimental, never imagining that someone like Cameron would end up in a place like this.

Once she shook off the moment, she stepped inside.

The pub was cramped, with three booths by the window and six more scattered around the main area. Cameron was sprawled miserably on one of the booth seats, with Benjamin taking care of him amid a mess of vomit on the floor.