Reborn From Oblivion (Nellie and Cameron) novel Chapter 971

The old master shook his head and let out a long sigh.

“Your Highness, if you hand over your luck to him, you’ll be inviting trouble for yourself in the days to come.”

“It’s fine,” Nathan said, unbothered.

Nathalie, overhearing Nathan and the master, was beside herself with anxiety.

She paced back and forth, fists clenched, and called out, “I don’t want your sacrifice, Nathan! If you do this, you’ll go from living on cloud nine to rolling in the dirt. You have no idea how hard it is for people who started with nothing! You’ve always been the golden boy, spoiled and sheltered. There’s no way you could live my life. If you end up miserable, how could I ever be happy?”

But she might as well have been talking to a wall.

In the end, Nathalie slumped onto the couch, out of breath and exhausted, her mind racing with just one thought: no matter what, she had to stop Nathan from sacrificing for her.

Suddenly, inspiration struck. She remembered the sunflower plushie. With a burst of determination, she dashed to the desk, grabbed the sunflower, and hugged it tight as she ran around the room.

The scene was so odd that the master’s eyes practically bugged out. He bristled, his voice booming, “What kind of nonsense is this? How dare you act so wildly in front of me?”

He fished out a talisman to ward off evil, ready to break the seal—

But Nathan moved fast and stopped him, blocking his hand.

“Please, don’t trouble her,” Nathan said.

The master looked at Nathan, baffled. “That’s a spirit—it could turn on you at any moment!”

“She won’t,” Nathan said gently. “Don’t worry.”

Something seemed to click for the old man as he watched the sunflower plush float through the air. All he could do was shake his head and sigh again.

Nathan, acting as if Nathalie wasn’t even there, continued, “When should we do the ritual?”

Nathalie curled up on the sofa, covering her face with the sunflower plush.

He knows I’m here and he’s still undressing in front of me? The nerve!

Nathan caught sight of the plush, now all squished and lumpy, and almost laughed.

“Tell me—are you really alright?”

Nathalie lifted the sunflower and nodded.

Nathan paused, surprised. “Right, I almost forgot. You never complain.”