Chapter 361
Cameron left. A shaken Nellie picked herself up off the floor. She made her way back to the bedroom, quickly tended to her wounds, and opened the drawer, ready to hand over the evidence she had gathered against Patrick to the court. But the drawer was empty. Nothing was there anymore.
She panicked and searched for clues in the security footage, only to discover that today’s recordings were missing. That’s when she realized this was a calculated move to destroy the evidence. And who else could have done it but Cameron, who knew their home inside out?
She sat on the floor, hugging her knees, tears streaming down her face. How could she have trusted Cameron so easily? But as her tears dried up, she steeled herself for what lay ahead.
Nellie returned to the hospital to get her medical records printed, only to find them altered. The tampered documents made her feel like her world had turned pitch black. People with wealth and power really could bend the world to their will.
Cameron, why did you do this? You lied to me, and I hate you,” she cried, her heart breaking.
Later that night, Nellie dragged her weary self back home. Cameron was there, his expression icy. “Where have you been? The baby’s been crying her eyes out, and you were nowhere to be found. If you’re not up for being a mom, I’ll hire a nanny.”
Nellie, too exhausted to fight, replied weakly, “She’s my daughter. I can take care of her.”
Little did she know, the scheme against her child was far from over.
The next day, Greta waltzed into the Dawson household as if nothing had happened. She put on her sweetest act for Cameron. “Cameron, I owe Nellie a lot, and now that she’s recovering, I can’t just stand by. I’ll help with the baby. I love kids, and she’s my niece, after all.”
Cameron quickly agreed. “Greta, you’re so generous.”
Nellie put up a fierce fight against Greta’s involvement. “Cameron, tell her to leave. I won’t let her near my daughter, she’ll hurt her.” Cameron glared at Nellie, his eyes wide with frustration. Compared to Greta’s supposed kindness, Nellie seemed irrational and stifling He snapped, “Enough, Nellie. Look at yourself. You’re being ridiculous.”
Nellie felt crushed, her husband’s lack of trust cutting deep. Perhaps it was the stress, but soon, she found herself feverish on and off. This only gave Cameron more reason to leave the child in Greta’s care.
At first, Greta seemed to be doing a good job. But every time Nellie asked to see her daughter, the child would fall ill the next day, coming down with either diarrhea or allergies. Cameron took this as proof that Nellie was too young and unfit to care for their child, further solidifying his decision to let Greta continue.
By the time the baby was three months old, Nellie had recovered enough to suggest she take over caring for her child. Cameron, with little interest, asked, “Are you sure you can handle it?”
Nellie promised, “I’m going to learn and be a good mother.”
Cameron shut her down immediately. “Greta’s doing just fine. Let’s keep it as it is for now.”
Nellie stood her ground. “Cameron, I carried her for ten months. You can’t take away my right to be her mom.”
