Chapter 364
Nellie watched as Cameron flew into a rage but stayed surprisingly calm. “Cameron, I’m not looking for a divorce because I want Ninal to grow up with a father’s love. I don’t want her to end up emotionally scarred like I did.”
After a moment, she added, “But if having a father around has become a burden, I won’t hesitate to cut you off. This is your last chance, Cameron. If you keep siding with Greta and not see the truth, then let’s just end this.”
Cameron’s handsome face turned dark as storm clouds. “Divorce? Are you serious?”
He thought she was bluffing and stormed out, fuming with anger.
This marked the first time Greta lost to Nellie. Cameron defied Greta’s wishes and didn’t fight for her right to visit Nina. Unwilling to accept defeat, Greta hatched a devious plan.
That day, she drank mango juice, knowing it would trigger her severe allergies. Then she showed up at the Dawsons‘, trying to charm
ellie with shameless flattery.
“Nel, I know you love Norah, so I won’t fight you for custody. I brought lots of gifts for her today and would love to give them to her myself. Can I?”
Nellie stood firm at the door, her tone icy. “There’s nobody called Norah here. You’ve got the wrong place. Leave.”
Greta’s face flushed with anger. “Norah is the name I picked for your daughter, and Cameron agreed. He even registered it on her ID.” Hearing this, Nellie was livid. “My daughter’s name is my choice. How dare you, someone who’s hurt her before, think you can name her?”
Greta leaned in with a sinister grin on her face and whispered, “Nellie, Cameron doesn’t love you, much less your daughter. If it wasn’t for me, she wouldn’t even have a name. Your daughter’s just like you, someone nobody cares about. Born into the wrong family.” Nellie, seething with rage, slapped Greta hard.
Greta slumped to the floor, sobbing dramatically. “Nel, I came with good intentions to see you and Norah, and this is how you treat me?” Nellie frowned, baffled by Greta’s quick change in demeanor, when suddenly someone burst in, shoving her aside. “Nellie, I gave you the title of Mrs. Dawson, not so you could bully others.” Cameron yelled at Nellie, his tone harsh.
Nellie found it absurd. “Mrs. Dawson?”
That title couldn’t feed her or protect her daughter. What good was it to her?
“If you’re worried I’ll use that title against you, take it back. I don’t need it,” Nellie declared with resolve.
Cameron was beside himself with rage.
Then, out of nowhere, Greta clutched her stomach, and her face contorted in pain. “Cameron, it hurts.”
Even in agony, Greta didn’t forget why she was there. She pointed accusingly at Nellie. “Nellie, what did you give me to drink? Was there mango in it? You know I’m allergic, right?”
Nellie was taken aback.
But Cameron had already slapped her hard. “Nellie, I can’t believe you’d be so cruel. If anything happens to your sister, you’ll pay for it.”
