Reborn From Oblivion

Natalie fixed Patrick with a steely gaze. "What was going through your mind when you pulled that dagger?" she asked, her tone icy.

Patrick's face drained of color. At that moment, all he had wanted was to get rid of Natalie so there'd be no one left to vie with Greta for Cameron's affection. "Thanks for that stab. It finally gave me the resolve to deal with you," Natalie said, her words cutting like a knife.

Patrick was left speechless.

"Oh, and I had your fortune read. The fortune teller said you'd end up alone, with no kids to see you off. Quite the prophecy, huh?"

Patrick's eyes widened. "No kids to see me off?" he echoed, his voice barely a whisper. As the weight of her words sank in, he felt his world crumble.

"Nellie, what are you planning for your sister? I won't let you hurt her," he stammered.

Natalie mouthed silently, "I want you all to rot in hell."

The malevolence in her expression made Patrick feel as if he were staring into the eyes of a vengeful specter. Fear gripped him. "Nellie, we live in a society bound by law. You can't harm your sister."

"Relax, Dad, I'm all about following the rules," Natalie replied with a wicked grin. "I'll just let her know you've broken the law and won't be around for quite some time."

Patrick was beside himself, shouting, "You can't tell her that. It'll destroy her..."

Seeing him unravel only fueled Natalie's satisfaction. "Dad, if I don't tell her, what if she wants to find you?" she taunted before walking away without a backward glance. Patrick sank to the floor, overwhelmed.

Meanwhile, at the hospital, thanks to the doctors' quick actions, Greta was temporarily out of the woods. Patrick had hired a caretaker to look after her, but Greta, accustomed to a life of pampering, sulked without her father or husband around.

She tried calling Patrick but hit a dead end. Cameron was unreachable, too. He was tied up with filming and unable to return soon.

Frustrated, Greta snapped at the caretaker, "I don't want your help. You're so clumsy. I want my dad to take care of me."

The caretaker, trying to be polite, reminded her, "Greta, your dad's payment only covers today. I'm not coming back tomorrow."NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

Greta was taken aback. "You're

leaving? Who's going to take care of me then? You can't leave until my dad finds someone new," she insisted.

The caretaker shrugged. "You better find someone soon. I'm not coming back tomorrow."

Desperation mounting, Greta frantically tried to reach Patrick again, but it was like he had vanished into thin air.

Panicked, she pleaded with the caretaker, "Can't you stay just a few more days?"

Even the caretaker couldn't hold back. "You're such a handful. I can't manage you."

And as if things couldn't get worse, the hospital sent another bill, demanding payment.

"Greta, your account's empty. We need you to settle the bill soon."

"Please, just a few more days," Greta begged, feeling like she was on the brink.

Amidst this chaos, Natalie made her entrance She strode into Greta's hospital room, heels clicking, dressed to the nines in a red dress with flawless makeup and nails.

When Greta saw her, a flicker of hope lit her eyes amidst the despair. "Nel, you're just in time. Dad's disappeared. Can you help me find him? Please?"

Natalie looked down at Greta and took in her tear-streaked face. It stirred memories of her own younger, vulnerable self.

"Why should I? Give me one good reason," Natalie challenged, her voice cold and detached.