Chapter 269
The energy from Timeless Cycle fizzled out, leaving the image to disappear into nothingness. Greta stood there, frozen, breaking into a cold sweat. Timeless Cycle held all her secrets, her wrongs. It was downright terrifying.
“Greta,” Cameron called from the bathroom.
She hesitated for what felt like an eternity before tucking Timeless Cycle into her clothes, grabbing Cameron’s clean laundry, and leaving the room. When Cameron emerged, he found her lost in thought at the dining table.
With a smile, he asked, “What’s on your mind?”
Greta turned, flashing a soft, teasing smile. “Oh, nothing. I’m just feeling bad for you. You’ve stood up to my sister, who’s as stubborn as they come, all for me. I feel awful about it.”
Cameron gave her a reassuring pat on the head. “Honestly, my selfishness stirred up trouble with her and even hurt her health. She has
vety right to hate me. I can’t blame her.”
Greta stared at him, taken aback by his guilt and understanding toward Nathalie. It left her feeling uneasy.
“Aren’t you being a bit too lenient with her?” Greta asked, jealousy creeping into her voice.
Cameron replied, “Greta, Timeless Cycle showed me the past. If I hadn’t convinced Nathalie to donate her kidney for my own gain, her life could be so much better now. In the end, we’re the ones who messed up. So, even she schemed to get me locked up, I chose not to hold it against her.”
Greta couldn’t believe her ears. She clenched her hands tightly inside her sleeves. “But what if she takes it further and starts mess with
us?”
Cameron assured her, “I won’t let her hurt you. Trust me.”
Greta sighed. “Now that you’ve fallen out with the Dawson family, they won’t have your back anymore. But Nathalie has Nathan on her side. How will you protect me if she decides to mess with me?”
Was Cameron now the black sheep of the Dawson family? His eyes burned with fierce determination. “The Dawson family’s success has my fingerprints all over it. If they think they can just toss me aside, they’re in for a surprise.”
A few days later, Nathalie’s wounds had healed, and she made a beeline for Patrick’s hospital room. Coincidentally, the room was buzzing with activity.
Miranda and Greta were there, eyeing Nathalie like she was the enemy. “What do you want?” Miranda demanded coolly from her wheelchair.
Nathalie stood a little distance away, studying Miranda. The once formidable woman was now reduced to a frail figure, timidly sitting in a wheelchair, holding a bedpan. The sour smell of urine lingered in the air.
Nathalie couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness. Miranda couldn’t fend for herself, but still took on the responsibility of caring for her bedridden ex–husband, all to ease the load for her beloved daughter, Greta.
“I’m here to see how the mighty have fallen,” Nathalie said with a shrug. “Mom, you know, when I was little, all I wanted was to grow up strong and show you that having me as your daughter was the best investment you ever made.”
Miranda’s face grew tense. “What are you getting at?”
Nathalie continued, “I’m saying that if you hadn’t turned a blind eye and helped your sickly daughter deceive me, with the wealth I have now, I could have cured your illness and given you a life of luxury and dignity.”
