Chapter 213
She picked out a stunning dress from her closet and carefully applied her makeup before joining Lizzy for breakfast. After a leisurely morning, she finally headed off to the prison.
The warden greeted her with an apologetic tone, “Your father was attacked by an inmate on death row. His legs are severely injured, and he’s lost a lot of blood. But your brother–in–law just took him to the hospital.”
Severely injured legs? That was all?
Nathalie felt a wave of sorrow, her voice unexpectedly soft. “I see.”
The warden noticed her somber expression and shook his head sympathetically.
Nathalie left the prison and drove to the hospital. After checking with the reception desk, she found out Patrick was being treated in the
emergency room.
meron was sitting by himself in the waiting area outside, his handsome face showing nothing but worry and unease.
As Nathalie walked up, Cameron first noticed her exquisite high heels, which encased her delicate feet. Her toenails were painted in a dazzling polish and adorned with tiny roses.
Such a bold style seemed out of place, given Cameron’s current mood.
Cameron slowly looked up, initially irritated by the intrusion. But when he saw it was Nathalie, his frosty expression melted into surprise.
If her toes were eye–catching, her whole look today was beyond extravagant.
She wore a red V–neck dress paired with a massive diamond necklace, extravagant earrings, and bracelets. Her long hair cascaded down her back in perfect curls, and even her hairband sparkled.
Her glowing face was framed by expertly drawn brows, and her lips were a captivating red.
She was breathtakingly gorgeous.
Cameron found himself momentarily stunned. He never imagined his ex–wife could be this beautiful, this alluring, this stylish, this commanding.
And this calculating?
“Dressed like this isn’t really appropriate,” Cameron’s gaze darkened.
Nathalie shot back, “On a happy day like this, how is it not appropriate?”
Cameron’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Your father’s in critical condition, and you call this happy? You–how did you become like this?” He often wondered how his gentle and kind ex–wife had changed so drastically.
Just then, the elevator doors opened, and Greta appeared in a wheelchair, pushed by a new caretaker.
Nathalie caught sight of Greta and took a step forward, resting a pale hand gently on Cameron’s shoulder.
She leaned in close, “Look into my eyes, Cameron, and you’ll see why I’ve changed.”
Cameron, unaware of what was happening behind him, found himself drawn in by Nathalie. Despite her striking appearance, her eyes were filled only with deep despair.
Cameron felt as though something heavy had struck his heart, leaving him overwhelmed and suffocated.
Unbeknownst to him, from Greta’s viewpoint, Nathalie and Cameron appeared to be “kissing.”
Greta turned white with rage, trembling with anger.
Nathalie glanced at her, eyes dancing with a taunting smirk. She intended to return the hardships she had endured to Greta.
“What are you doing?” Greta asked, her voice shaking.
Cameron, startled, turned to see Greta and hurriedly explained, “Greta, it’s not what it looks like.”
Greta glared at Nathalie, who looked so impeccably dressed and stunningly beautiful. Compared to her, Greta felt like a mere shadow.
