Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Chapter 685

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Chapter 685 Nathalie shook her head, clearly puzzled. "Why should I know him? Is there sreason I should?" "Then why did you specifically choose to visit him?" the officer pressed.

Nathalie explained, "I was actually looking for his mother. Sadly, she passed away years ago, so I ended up settling on him." Officer Ashburn squinted, trying to piece things together. "You're after his mother?" "Yeah," Nathalie replied. "I had squestions about advanced Al robots that I wanted to ask her. In my desperation, I found him instead." Officer Ashburn was skeptical, studying Nathalie closely.

Nathalie met her gaze with unwavering honesty.

Not finding any cracks in Nathalie's story, Officer Ashburn decided to lay it out straight. "No. 13 doesn't want to see you." Nathalie's face fell. She pleaded, "Could you at least pass on a message? Tell him if he's willing to help me, I'll take care of his friends and family outside these walls." Officer Ashburn gave a knowing smile. "Looks like you really don't know him. He's a loner, doesn't acknowledge his family. There's no one out there he's worried about." Nathalie was taken aback.

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She thought to herself: How could someone so cold and detached create someone like Nathan, who's so open- hearted and kind? She started doubting whether she should even bother trying to see him.

But Officer Ashburn wasn't ready to let this chance slip by. She eagerly encouraged Nathalie, "Ashley, I'll try to convince him to meet with you." Nathalie hesitated, then sighed, "Alright then." Officer Ashburn stood up, shaking Nathalie's hand. "Hang tight for sgood news, Ashley." Once Officer Ashburn left, Nathalie slumped back into her chair.

She felt like she was running around like a headless chicken, unsure if all her efforts would amount to anything. Meanwhile, in the prison...

"No. 13! The officer wants to see you." A man in a wheelchair sat quietly, lost in thought as he gazed at a crocheted sunflower in his palm.

eThe petals were made of bright yellow yarn, with green yarn whimsically forming the cAUMS He was so absorbed that he didn't notice the officer until his voice cut through the silence.

"No. 13," the officer repeated, louder this time.

The man's fists tightened reflexively.

The officer chuckled. "I noticed that." "Who gave that to you? You seem to cherish it." The man slowly lifted his head, revealing strikingly pale skin and perfect features, like an angel's.

Yet the chilly aura he exuded made it hard for anyone to get close.

"Don't waste your efforts," he warned, seeming to see right through the officer's intentions.

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The officer laughed easily. "I told you, I'll be visiting regularly. I keep my promises." The man closed his eyes, tuning out the officer's chatter.

Until the officer casually mentioned, "Officer Ashburn brought up om something about you today. Interested?" Content belo The man remained silent.

The officer glanced at him and continued, "Seems the Stewart s young lady wants to wel din seeing her?" The man's expression hardened.

That Stewart girl-Ashley, right? She was a relentless bother.

He had sought refuge in prison, hoping to dodge her visits.

But then the officer added, "She seems really curious about your mother's intelligent robots..." Suddenly, the man's eyes flew open, glinting with sharp intensity. "Which Ashley?"

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