Reborn From Oblivion

Nathalie left the police station and made a point to visit Patrick. The small window between them might as well have been an ocean or a mountain, separating father and daughter. For reasons he couldn't quite grasp, Patrick didn't hurl insults at Nathalie like he used to. Instead, he just gazed at her, his mind a swirling mess.

"I know I favored your sister in the past and did things that hurt you. I said things I shouldn't have. But Nellie, I'm still your dad. The way you spoke about me today just was not right."

His face softened with a hint of nostalgia. "You used to be so innocent and sweet. Now you're smart, but you've turned so bitter. You've let me down."

Nathalie's voice was flat as she replied, "Why do you think I've turned out this way? Isn't it because of what you've done to me?"

Patrick's face went pale.NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

Nathalie continued relentlessly, "You only brought me into this world to use my umbilical cord blood for Greta's illness. Once she was better, you tossed me aside like some worn-out shoe, leaving me in a dirty, poor slum. If it weren't for Greta getting kidney disease, would you have even bothered to pretend to care?"

"The naive version of me was your puppet, willingly donating a kidney to Greta and saving her life once more. I should be your daughter's lifesaver twice over. But what did you do? You let her take my husband, wreck my family. And you? You never gave me a dime, yet you had the nerve to guilt-trip me with fatherly love. How do you expect me to give selflessly?"

Nathalie's emotions boiled over as she spoke, tears finally brimming in her eyes. "Greta treats her pet better than you treat me. I'm your daughter, yet how am I worse off than a pet?"

Nathalie laughed suddenly, a laugh filled with bitter irony. "You gave me life but never taught me love or respect. And you expect me to love and respect you?"

Patrick buried his face in his hands, realizing for the first time the depth of Nellie's pain, all of it inflicted by those she should have been able to trust the most.

Maybe he felt a twinge of regret, but old habits die hard. Tears streamed down his face as he pleaded, "Nel, I'm sorry for everything. I want to make it up to you. But right now, you have to clear my name. Your sister's still in the hospital, and I need to be with her..."

Nathalie, who had seemed so composed, felt her inner fortress crumble. Her eyes reddened as she murmured, "You're just like him, always promising to make things right. But every time Greta cries, I lose everything. So, I've stopped expecting anything from you. The love I want is one-of-a-kind. Your love is too cheap, and I don't want I it."

Nathalie gave Patrick one last look, her gaze carrying a dark, destructive energy. Her voice was like a

haunting whisper from the depths "In my next life, I wish to be a tree, a river a mountain-anything but human. Being human is just too exhausting, too painful."

Patrick sobbed, "I'm sorry, Nel. I apologize. I made a mistake. Please forgive me."

Nathalie stood firm. "Dad, just stay here and think about what you've done. When you truly understand your mistakes, then maybe I'll come back for you." Patrick finally realized his reckless actions today had backfired, giving Nathalie the perfect opportunity for revenge.

He became desperate. "Nellie, your sister needs me. I have to be with her. Nellie, you can't be so cruel. You know I'm innocent..."