Reborn From Oblivion

Natalie had set him up in the swankiest VIP suite at the hospital and even lined up a couple of caregivers to look after him. Of course, she wasn't footing the bill.

When Patrick came to, the first person he laid eyes on was Natalie, and a flicker of fear crossed his face. "Where's your mom?" he asked. "And your sister?" He was desperately seeking someone to back him up. With a sly grin, Natalie replied, "Your precious daughter doesn't want to deal with you. So she sent me instead."

She poured herself a glass of water and sipped it with an air of elegance.Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Parched and tongue-tied, Patrick croaked, "I need water."

Natalie acted as if she hadn't heard him and carried on, "Do you know why I decided to look after you?"

Patrick realized he was at her mercy and tried a rare moment of flattery. "I know you have a sharp tongue but a soft heart. Deep down, you're kind and can't bear to see your old man in trouble."

Natalie laughed so hard she nearly toppled over. When her laughter faded, her expression turned icy, and she leaned in to whisper, "But you're not my dad. And as a stepfather, you never did a thing for me. So, I owe you nothing." Patrick turned ghostly pale.

With a wicked smile, Natalie added, "But don't worry, I've put you in the best hospital and hired top-notch caregivers. You won't be suffering."

Patrick looked puzzled.

Natalie continued, "However, your darling daughter will have to foot the bill. Do you think she'll dip into her savings to cover your treatment?"

Patrick's face fell instantly. Greta was frail, and her career had never really taken off. She relied on the Brown family and Cameron for support. How could she possibly afford his medical expenses?

"I don't want treatment anymore," Patrick muttered, trying to get out of bed.

Natalie ignored his protest. "What happens when she runs out of money and falls ill, with nothing to her name? I've heard late-stage kidney disease is excruciating..."

Patrick glared at her. "She has Cameron. He won't abandon her. As for you, you're all alone. You better worry about yourself. Don't end up without anyone to claim your body."

Natalie paled at his words. She

remembered her past life when she

was desperately calling Cameron, Patrick, and Miranda as she lay dying but they never answered They got tired of her pleas and even blocked her.

Thankfully, she'd met Nathan.

Fortunately, the fearsome Nathan had a moment of kindness and ensured she and her daughter were properly laid to rest.

Natalie's dark eyes locked onto Patrick's, and she suddenly smiled. "Thanks for the reminder. Looks like I'll need to make sure Cameron cuts ties with your beloved daughter completely." Patrick scoffed, "Ha, you think you can do that? When you were married to Cameron, he didn't even touch you. Natalie, don't waste your breath. Cameron never loved you."

Natalie rolled her eyes. "Who said I want to get back with Cameron? Trash belongs in the bin. I don't recycle garbage."

Patrick was left speechless.

Natalie drummed her fingers on the coffee table. "It's a bit of a pickle, but where there's a will, there's a way." Patrick felt a chill run through him.

Natalie was supposed to be taking care of Patrick, but he didn't get a single sip of water or a bite to eat the whole day. Even when he had an accident, Natalie didn't lift a finger to help.

Bright and early the next morning, Greta showed up. Catching a whiff of the unpleasant odor coming from Patrick, she scrunched up her nose and snapped at Natalie, "Natalie, why didn't you clean him up?