Chapter 102
Cameron couldn’t help but feel a cocktail of envy, jealousy, and resentment towards Nathan, and a sneaky idea to snatch Nathan’s top designer started brewing in his mind.
He told Matt with utmost seriousness, “I need the details on that company’s designer. Get it to me, pronto.”
“Yes,” Matt replied.
As Matt was leaving, he remembered something and added, “Oh, by the way, sir, your father has cut off the company’s support for Greta. Her medical bills are overdue.”
Cameron’s face turned ghostly pale, and after a moment, he muttered bitterly, “Take it out of my personal account.”
Matt looked uneasy, “You’ve missed three meetings this month. Your father was furious and, in front of all the shareholders, announced he was freezing all your bank accounts.”
ameron was taken aback. “I see.”
That evening, Cameron dragged his weary self back home, feeling utterly defeated.
At the doorstep, he saw his in–laws, who rarely saw eye to eye, standing united, hand in hand, against their common enemy–Nellie. Patrick, looking anxious, said, “Nellie, your sister’s sick. She needs a ton of money for treatment, and we’re out of options. You’ve got to help us out.”
Nellie stood on the steps, looking down at them.
Patrick’s silver hair and anxious expression were real; he genuinely cared about his eldest daughter. But the more he cared for Greta, the colder Nellie’s heart grew. For the first time, the thought of paternal love and her father’s favoritism made her feel physically ill. “Why?” She asked, her voice calm and detached.
Patrick rolled up his sleeves and shook his fist, “Your sister’s sick, and it’s your duty as her sister to help out. What more do you need?” Nellie stared at him with disdain. Did he really think she was still the little girl he could push around?
“The law doesn’t say a sister has to support her sibling,” Nellie retorted.
Patrick, clenching his teeth, said, “How did I end up with such a heartless daughter? If I’d known you’d turn out like this, I should’ve never let you live.”
Nellie suddenly laughed, tears glistening in her eyes. Patrick’s worry for Greta was plain to see, but so was his rejection of Nellie. “Do you regret having me? I regret it, too. I regret not being more careful when choosing a father and ending up with someone as irresponsible as you,” Nellie said, her voice cold.
“I don’t want to argue. If you want money, find a lawyer. Let them dig into the civil code and see what someone like me, a caged bird in a rich family, owes you,” Nellie said, turning on her heel and walking away with grace.
Patrick was on the verge of breaking down. “Nellie, if you don’t help your sister, she won’t last long. I’m begging you…if you’re willing to pay for her treatment, I…I’ll let you come back to our family.”
Nellie glanced back with a sweet smile. “No, thanks. I’ve been with the Brown family, and it was…my personal hell. I never want to go back there. So, to avoid that nightmare, I’m definitely not paying for Greta’s treatment.”
Cameron watched Nellie skip into the villa, her steps lighter than ever. He felt a strange heaviness in his heart.
This Nellie was someone he hardly recognized. She used to be the most devoted daughter. How had she become so cold–hearted?
