Chapter 194
“There’s more to this than meets the eye, Cameron sad confidently, a knowing smile playing on his lips
Til dig into it for you Benjamin replied with a nod
Cameron gave a grateful nod before heading back to tes family bicand
Inside, Kristina lay bedridden. Her hair was streaked with gray the torkad tie a shadow of the vibrant woman she once was teemad as it the years had caught up with her overnight, leaving her looking weary and fret
Upon arriving. Cameron knelt by his mother’s bedside, has voice heavy with regret “Mom, Fre let you down ‘ve gone against you wishes and caused you nothing but grief
Kristina tumed away, her voice sharp with disappointment. If you really cared about me, you’d dice Greta‘
Cameron’s face was clouded with conflict. “Mom, Greta is the love of my life I can’t leave her But for everything else. fm willing to
llow your lead
Kristina’s anger simmered beneath her closed eyes as she refused to acknowledge tim
Cameron shared his recent struggles, mostly grievances and frustrations in the past, Kristing would have jumped to help him, but now she acted as if she hadn’t heard a word
He sighed, a sound full of defeat “Mom, please take care of yourself. Il visit again soon
With a heavy heart, he turned to leave.
Just as he reached the door, Kristina spoke up, her voice cutting through the tension. “Your father knows about your mariage to Greta He was furious and said you’re a lost cause. I think he’s given up on you‘
in that moment, it dawned on Cameron why Griffin had pushed him into that reality show. He realized he had been completely sidelined from the Dawson family’s inner circle.
I’m sorry for letting you down,” he murmured.
Fueled by anger, Kristina grabbed the lamp from her bedside and hurled it at him. “You’ve thrown away your future for Greta. Was it worth it?”
Cameron met her gaze, defiance in his eyes. “Mom, please have faith in me. I’ll rise again.”
Kristina sank back into the bed, waving him away with a weary hand. “Just leave. Don’t come back. Il pretend I never had a son.”
The cracks in Cameron’s composed facade showed, his eyes welling up. “Mom?” he whispered, his voice catching.
“If you can turn your back on me so easily, why should I keep fighting for you? Our bond as mother and son is broken.” Kristina’s words cut deep into Cameron’s heart.
“Mom, please don’t do this,” he begged, inching back towards her on his knees.
But Kristina was resolute, ordering the security guards, “Take him out. He isn’t allowed back here without my say–so.”
The guards stepped forward, dragging Cameron away.
“Mom, please, don’t do this to me…”
Tears streamed down Kristina’s face. “Without this lesson, you’ll never grow up.”
Cameron, feeling utterly defeated, found himself on a wooden bench in a small garden. The chill in the air cut through him more than
the cold in his heart. Hunger gnawed at him, and he looked almost like a beggar sitting there.
“Are you hungry?” A gentle voice asked. A pair of delicate hands offered him a warm piece of bread.
Cameron had never appreciated such simple food as much as he did right then. He grabbed it eagerly, taking a big bite.
“Careful, don’t choke,” came the soothing voice.
Startled, Cameron looked up to see Nathalie’s kind face. “Nathalie? What are you doing here?” he asked, stunned.
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