Reborn From Oblivion (Nellie and Cameron) novel Chapter 1032

Nathalie raised her striking face, but the hardships she’d endured had stripped away any trace of innocence. All that remained was a calm maturity and the fierce presence of someone who’d learned to take charge. With a steely expression, she looked at Jules and pressed on: “You know what’s really laughable? Nathan never grew up with you. As an adult, he’s only been home for, what, a couple of weeks? You never did a thing for him—not a cent, not a second of your time. Yet now you want to play the family card and guilt-trip him into being the Sharp family’s loyal servant? Tell me, why should he?”

That single “why” knocked the wind out of everyone in the room. All they could do was hang their heads in shame.

Jules, usually the picture of poise, just looked stricken—caught between embarrassment and heartbreak.

Nathalie’s gaze swept the room, her tone unwavering. “Nathan came back to the Sharp family as a guest, nothing more. But none of you even bothered to treat him like one. You stuck him in a cold, damp guest room, then turned around and expected him to sacrifice for your future. Seriously, is that how you treat your guests?”

Just a few sentences, and Nathalie had laid bare the Sharp family’s selfishness for everyone to see. The old matriarch’s lips quivered as she tried to reply, but in the end, she couldn’t deny a single word Nathalie said.

Not one of them had really cared about Morris’s comfort, or whether he actually liked the food he was served. All they’d ever thought about was what they could get out of him.

Nathalie went to Morris, gripped the handles of his wheelchair, and started toward the door. She tossed out one last remark: “Nathan doesn’t have much use for family ties. He never expected anything from you. Treat these past days as nothing but a dream—just forget about him.”

That was the breaking point for Jules. He seemed to fall apart in an instant, rushing to block Nathalie’s way. “Nathan, don’t go!” he pleaded.

A moment ago, he’d been all bluster and dignity. Now his eyes were bloodshot, his hands shaking as he clung to Nathan’s wheelchair. “It’s my fault. Nathan, please—forgive your father.”

Morris sat tall and straight, his face unreadable as he looked back at him.

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