Reborn From Oblivion
Chapter 133

Nellie watched the group who claimed to be her closest family. They were always so worried about Greta, but not one of them ever cared about what she was going through.

They were genuinely kind to Greta but just as genuinely indifferent to her.

Frustrated, she tossed her phone away.

"Ouch..." A soft groan followed as the phone smacked into Nathan, who had just walked in. With quick reflexes, Nathan caught it before it hit the ground.

"Who got you so riled up?" Nathan asked, glancing at the phone for answers.

When he saw the Brown family's group chat ganging up on Nellie, he watched her sorrowful face and quietly removed her from the chat.

"If they make you unhappy, then keep your distance. We can't choose our family, but we can choose to avoid harm," Nathan said, sitting beside her with concern.

Nellie sighed, feeling defeated. "Nathan, are they really my real parents? I'm their daughter, too, so why is it that they only care about my sister? Greta gets a headache, and they freak out, but if I were dying, they'd just complain about me messing up their floor." Nellie couldn't forget her past life. After donating a kidney and the struggles of childbirth, her health deteriorated under long-term neglect and sadness. She was ultimately overtaken by illness.

When doctors told her she was in the late stages of cancer, with not much time left, she longed for some warmth from her parents. But they offered nothing, afraid she'd become a burden. Patrick even said, "If you're going to die, do it far away and don't drag us down." At that moment, Nellie felt as if her blood had turned to ice. She was completely frozen in shock. Even though it was June, it felt like she was in an icebox.

Living her life over again, Nellie realized her parents' indifference and cruelty had always been there. She'd been too blind to see it before.

Nathan patted her hand, saying, "Nellie, not every parent is worthy of the title."

"You shouldn't let their negativity weigh you down. How about I take you to work? People might let you down, but work won't."

"Alright."

With Nathan's encouragement, Nellie's gloom lifted as quickly as a summer rain.

Turning her pain into drive, she enthusiastically spread her design drafts in front of Nathan. "Nathan, these are the debut designs I've created for our company. There are about fifty styles. Help me pick the best ones."

After looking through the designs, Nathan couldn't help but praise, "Your designs are the most creative I've seen. We need to show these to some key partners."

He stood up, a hint of mystery in his voice, "Come, I've got a place to take you."

In Room 916 at the Clubhouse, a group of young fashion elites from the Capital had gathered. As Nathan and Nellie walked in, they stood up respectfully. "Mr. Nathan."

Nathan gestured for them to sit and began introducing these fashion industry contacts to Nellie. "These are my friends. I've invited them to be part of our new company's launch. Everyone here will be our partners."