Chapter 272
Cameron immediately let go of her hand.
After Nathalie called the police, she kicked back in her chair, looking as relaxed as if she were on vacation.
Greta was in a panic. “Cameron, what are we going to do? She’s called the cops!”
Cameron stayed cool as a cucumber “Nathalie, I was planning to go easy on you. But if you’re looking for trouble, I’m happy to oblige. Remember, you were the one who hurt Greta first. Even if the police show up, they’re taking you away, not me.”
Nathalie shot a glance at the surveillance camera in the corner. “Cameron, let’s see how this plays out.”
Following Nathalie’s gaze, Greta spotted the camera and went pale as a sheet. She’d deliberately fallen earlier and tried to pin the blame on Nathalie for pushing her, sparking this whole mess. She was the one who’d started it all.
AGreta didn’t want things to spiral out of control, so she put on her best innocent face and said to Cameron, “Cameron, let’s just let this
Sure, Nathalie pushed me, but you also hurt her. Let’s call it even.”
Cameron put on a show of magnanimity to avoid any more drama. “Since your sister is begging me to forgive you, Nathalie, I’ll let it slide. You can go.”
But Nathalie wasn’t having it. She crossed her legs, looking as unbothered as ever, and said, “I’m not leaving. I’m sticking around until the police sort this out.”
Cameron chuckled. “You think the police station is your personal complaint department? You’re the one in the wrong. How are they going to give you justice?”
Nathalie fixed him with a steely glare. “Cameron, you slapped me out of nowhere, and I won’t let it go.”
“And just how are you innocent?” Cameron shot back, anger rising. “You pushed Greta.”
Just then, while they were in the middle of their shouting match, the police arrived.
Cameron was the first to speak, calmly laying out his version of events. “When I came in, I saw Nathalie attacking her sister. Greta was struggling to breathe, and in a moment of rage, I slapped Nathalie, hoping to snap her out of it… But Nathalie got even more worked up and hit me and kicked Greta. I had to grab her wrist to stop her…”
After finishing his story, he added, “She’s just playing the victim and making a big fuss over nothing.”
After noting Cameron’s account, the officer turned to Nathalie. “Nathalie, do you have anything to add?”
Nathalie showed her wrist, which was bruised and alarming shades of red and purple, where Cameron had grabbed her.
“Officer, look at this. Cameron left these marks on me. I want to charge him with assault.”
Cameron stepped back, startled. “How did that happen?”
Nathalie shot him a triumphant grin when the officer wasn’t looking.
Cameron protested, “Officer, she was really agitated and clearly meant to harm her sister. I had to restrain her. I admit I might have been a bit rough…”
Nathalie pointed at the surveillance camera. “Officer, I didn’t hurt Greta. He barged in and hit me without a second thought. I was just defending myself. The footage will back me up.”
Both had their own stories to tell. Thankfully, the officer wasn’t easily swayed. “I’ll check the surveillance footage.”
Then, the officer took everyone to the surveillance room. As the footage played, it clearly showed Cameron barging in and Gretà collapsing backward without Nathalie even touching her.
