Chapter 210
Greta was all teary–eyed with gratitude. “Cameron, you’ve been amazing to me. I must have racked up some serious karma in a past life to be lucky enough to meet you.”
Cameron thrived on Greta’s admiration. He pulled her close and said with heartfelt sincerity, “Greta, you need to take care of yourself. That way, I can throw myself into my work and build a wonderful future for us.”
Greta blushed. “Okay, I’ll be good.”
Once Greta was settled in, Cameron headed home, took a shower, caught some sleep, and then at the crack of dawn, he was waiting at Nathalie’s doorstep.
Nathalie eyed Cameron with a hint of amusement. “Mr. Cameron, you’ve lost some weight. Guess acting isn’t all glitz and glam, huh?”
She sure knew how to hit where it hurt, and it ticked Cameron off. He glared at her. “Nathalie, I never imagined you’d be so cruel, even to
our own father.”
Nathalie laughed, carefree and bold. “Are you here to plead for my dad?”
Cameron noted how effortlessly she called him ‘dad, as if she wasn’t the girl who once wanted nothing to do with the Brown family. It
made his heart clench.
Nathalie had always been an open book, her emotions easy to read. But the new version of her, with a smile that masked her true intentions, was terrifying in her duplicity.
“I’m the only one who’s ever hurt you. I was the one who schemed to bring you to my home, convinced you to give a kidney to Greta, and then failed you as a husband. You have every right to hate me, but don’t drag the innocent into this.”
Nathalie’s smile turned wicked, chilling him to the core. “Cameron, do you really think you can escape? Don’t worry, your time will come. Cameron’s face drained of color as he stared at Nathalie in disbelief. The sweet, gentle girl he once knew was now a devil in disguise, grinning at him with triumph.
Nathalie moved closer, her fingers lightly tugging at his tie in a mockingly intimate way, but her words were ice cold.
“Cameron, haven’t you noticed your life’s been going downhill lately?”
The realization hit Cameron hard. Ever since Nathalie returned, his luck had spiraled. All his misfortunes were her doing. He didn’t want to believe that Nathalie hated him this much.
“You really hate me that much?”
Nathalie replied with a casual air, “You’ve asked me that a lot. Today, I’ll give you a straight answer: Yes, I hate you. I wish you were dead.” She and her daughter had been taken too soon; why should he get to live peacefully?
Cameron was stunned. “Nathalie, hate me all you want. Take your revenge on me. But Greta doesn’t deserve your grudges.”
Nathalie looked at him with disdain. “Cameron, you’re all bark and no bite. If you’re so capable, then protect her.”
Cameron promised, “Just wait, I’ll get your dad out soon.”
“With what?”
Cameron felt Nathalie was underestimating him. He was Cameron Dawson, so getting someone out of jail should be a breeze, especially since Patrick’s offenses weren’t severe.
Nathalie gave a knowing smile. “I’ll be watching.” Then, she walked away.
Cameron watched her leave, realizing she felt nothing for him now, and it left him confused.
They say the deeper the hate, the deeper the love. So, why couldn’t he detect even a hint of love from Nathalie?
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