Reborn From Oblivion

"Because I'm your sister, Nathalie," Greta said, clutching Nathalie's hand like she was a lifeline. At that moment, Nathalie was her beacon of hope. But Nathalie just coolly pushed her hand away, and Greta noticed her expression was colder than she'd ever seen.

"Why are you here?" Greta finally asked, the realization dawning on her.

With a disdainful look, Nathalie replied, "I'm here to let you know Dad's not coming back."

The weight of those words hit Greta like a ton of bricks. She deflated, "What do you mean?"

"He's been locked up for breaking the law," Nathalie said.

Without Patrick's protection these past few days, Greta had been struggling. The news that her supposed savior wouldn't return was crushing.

"What did he do?" she pleaded, holding Nathalie's hand, her pride slipping away. "Tell me, what did he do?"

Nathalie gazed into her eyes like she was searching for something, her focus unyielding. "He tried to rape Lizzy and injured Nathan," Nathalie said, glossing over the details.

Greta went pale as a ghost."That can't be true. Dad would never stoop so low," she insisted.

Nathalie kept silent, a knowing smile teasing her lips. She could've told Greta it was just an attempt, but she let Greta stew in her own worry.

"He's not coming back, Greta. What are you going to do now?" Nathalie asked with mock sympathy.

Nathalie used her calm tone, but Greta caught the hint of mockery. "It was you, wasn't it? You set him up! Don't forget, Cameron is my husband. He'll bring Dad back," Greta shot back, her confidence showing.

Nathalie shrugged off Greta's

bravado and plopped down into

chair,

0 chip away at Greta's

arrogance. "You really trust

Cameron, huh?"

"Absolutely," Greta said, full of herself.

Nathalie toyed with her nails, her words as sharp as her gaze. "Do you know who Dad hurt?"

Greta recalled Nathalie's mention of "Nathan." She hadn't linked the common name to the prestigious Nathan Rowland.

"Anyone tied up with you must be some nobody," she scoffed.

Nathalie's lips curled into a teasing grin. "Nathan, as in Nathan Rowland."

Greta was blindsided.

Nathan, the treasured grandson of the McCoy family, the rightful heir of the Rowland family. He was young, in the

but his wealth was unmatching,

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"Dad hurt Nathan. Do you really Cameron would take on both t

and McCoy families for you?" Nathalie pressed.

son would take on both the et

Greta's faith in Cameron was unwavering. "He will. I'm the love of his life."

Nathalie suggested, "How about a bet?"

"What kind of bet?"

"If Cameron truly loves you enough to risk it all, I'll convince Nathan to drop the charges against Dad. Deal?"