Chapter 197
Patrick was absolutely furious, his eyes practically popping out of his head. “Nellie–if anything happens to Greta, it’ll be on you. I’ll make sure of it.”
Cameron watched Patrick’s wild display, not with shared anger but with a sort of dazed confusion.
Amidst the chaos swirling in his mind, he caught a fleeting glimpse of something–the root of Nathalie’s deep–seated bitterness. But just as quickly, it slipped away.
Ultimately, his protective feelings for Greta took over. “Nathalie, if you’re mad at me, come at me. But why did you have to drag Greta into this? She’s so delicate. Why would you want to hurt her?”
In the early hours of the morning, the ICU doors creaked open. Looking worn out, the doctor stepped out and shook his head at Cameron and Patrick. “Her health was too poor. We managed to save her this time, but I’m afraid she doesn’t have much time left…”
Patrick crumpled to the floor right then and there.
Cameron asked with tears streaming down his cheeks, “How did it come to this?”
The doctor, having seen too many families shattered by bad news, could only offer a cold response. “She’s awake now. You both should go see her.”
Without a second thought, Cameron dashed into the room. “Greta!”
Greta saw Cameron in such a state–haggard, with dark circles under his eyes, holding her hand with a guilty, remorseful look.
With a heavy heart, he began to explain, “What you saw with Nellie and me–it’s not what you think.”
He choked up, “It was just a chance meeting. Honestly, we’re like oil and water. I never thought she’d take such a sneaky photo. Greta, please, believe me. I’d never betray our love.”
Greta had a moment of clarity. “So, she was out for revenge on me.”
The pain in her body was almost too much to bear, and she realized her jealousy towards Nellie had cost her dearly.
Tears streaming down her face, she said, “Nellie, how could you be so cruel? How could you do this to me?”
Cameron’s voice was choked with emotion as he urged, “Greta, you’ve got to take care of yourself and keep your emotions in check. Don’t let Nellie get to you.”
Greta’s face was ghostly pale, but her eyes were alive, burning with resentment. “Nellie, since you’ve shown no mercy, I won’t either.”
“Achoo.”
Nathalie was sound asleep when a sudden breeze blew in, tickling her nose and making her sneeze.
She was wide awake now.
Opening her eyes, she found herself face–to–face with a devilishly handsome grin.
“Hey, Lizzy said you didn’t get home until the wee hours last night. It’s not safe for a girl to be out so late–please don’t do that again. I worry about you.”
Nathalie sat up, and Nathan gently draped a coat over her shoulders. “Be careful not to catch a cold.”
Nathalie couldn’t resist giving his cheek a little pinch. “Lizzy calls you a worrywart, and she’s spot on. You really do worry too much.”
Nathan mumbled softly, “I only worry about you.”
Nathalie’s expression turned serious, her voice tinged with sadness. “Last night, I went to the Rainbow Bridge Orphanage to drop off some clothes for the kids.”
Nathan chimed in, “Next time you go, take me with you.”
Nathalie was taken aback. Nathan was so empathetic and kind. He seemed worlds apart from the cold, ruthless man from her past life.. Could this be a shift in the tides of fate? Or was he just that good at putting on a front?
Nathalie nodded. “Next time, I’ll take you along.”
“Oh, by the way, was there a reason you came to see me?”
Nathan replied, “Nathalie, I’ve lined up a business opportunity for you. A reality TV show wants you to design costumes for their stage.”
