Reborn From Oblivion

He said, "Alright then, I'll go with you. But you need to wait outside. I'm going to leave a note for my roommate. If they call the cops, it'll be a whole mess." The men waited outside the door.

Nathan quickly threw together a few things, grabbing only a change of clothes that Nellie had lovingly sewn for him. He scribbled a note for Nellie: [It's been a year since I left home. It's time to head back. See you around.] Without looking back, Nathan walked out of the apartment.

Later that afternoon, Nellie rushed home after school, only to find the place empty. She sank onto the sofa, feeling a wave of emptiness wash over her.

Though she knew she and Nathan were on different paths, living together for six months had created a bond. He's like a part of the family for her, so how could she not feel something for Nathan? His departure left her heart heavy.

She also couldn't help but worry about what lay ahead for Nathan. "Nathan, I just hope your future is bright and you achieve all your dreams," she whispered to herself, believing their story might be over.

Meanwhile, Nathan was on a long international flight, surrounded by the Dawson family's goons. They made sure he didn't slip away. Over a dozen men encircled him, leaving no room for escape. Before takeoff, Nathan sent a quick text, then leaned back, closing his eyes for some much-needed rest. They could hear his steady breathing as he slept like nothing was amiss.

"Hmph, this kid's got guts. He's ticked off Mrs. Dawson and still catching some Z's. Isn't he worried about what might happen on this trip?" one of them chuckled.

Nathan, eyes still closed, replied, "Mrs. Dawson? She's not even a blip on my radar. Her son doesn't faze me either."

"Ooh, someone's feeling bold," another teased.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

"Yep, that's me. If they're so tough, why not send Cameron to take me on?"

When the plane landed, the airport was eerily quiet. The terminal, usually buzzing with life, was practically deserted.

The Dawson family's bodyguards exchanged confused glances. Sure, Mrs. Dawson was rich and influential, but shutting down an entire airport was beyond her reach.

Nathan strode toward the exit, and the men were ordered to follow him. But as they closed in, a group of skilled guards appeared out of nowhere, blocking their path. These guys effortlessly held them back. Mrs. Dawson's bodyguards were clearly outmatched. They could only watch as Nathan climbed into a luxury car and drove away.

In the capital, at the Rowland family estate, Nathan stood in the grand living room, waiting for his grandfather. Even though he was still young, he carried the presence of a man who knew his worth.

The opulence surrounding him seemed dull in comparison. His sharp features told an undeniable truth: battles between people aren't won by truth but by power and influence. That was why he had humbled himself to be here today.

As Nathan descended the stairs, Benjamin caught sight of his commanding presence. It was clear who held the upper hand. Benjamin's eyes filled with a mix of emotions. Nathan hadn't done anything, yet his quiet strength made Benjamin look almost foolish in comparison.

"Nathan, what are you doing here? You're not welcome in my house," Benjamin declared.