Chapter 227
“Who’s there?” Cameron called out, clearly annoyed, as he marched to the door
When he swung it open, he was met with a sight that stopped him cold. Standing there was a woman who looked utterly worn out, her hair a mess, eyes vacant, like a ghost from a horror story. Cameron blinked, trying to process what he was seeing.
“Greta, what are you doing here?” he asked, his handsome face etched with shock.
Out of nowhere, Greta whipped out a dagger, and pressed it against her own throat, her eyes welling up with tears as she locked her gaze on Cameron. “Cameron, I’ve been frail all my life and just scraping by. But meeting you gave me hope. Now that you’ve decided I’m not what you want, life’s lost its meaning. If I’m going to end it, let it be now. You were my greatest love. I just ask that you handle things after I’m gone, so my love for you isn’t wasted.”
As she spoke, the blade gently nicked her skin.
Cameron, panic–stricken, lunged forward, snatching the knife from Greta’s grasp and chucking it far away. His voice was shaky with Year. “What on earth are you doing?”
Greta stood her ground. “Why are you saving me? You’ve chosen to leave me, and I can’t keep going this way. You might save me today, but what about tomorrow? Or the day after? You can’t be by my side all the time.”
Cameron looked into Greta’s wild, desperate eyes, feeling a mix of tenderness and weariness. Gently, he wrapped her in his arms. “Greta, please stop this. I’m just exhausted. Give me a couple of days to clear my head, and I promise I’ll figure out a way to fix this.”
Greta sobbed into his chest. “Cameron, I know I’ve been a burden. I want to let you go, but I’ve leaned on you for so long. It’s what I know. I don’t know how to live without you.”
Cameron held her close, at a loss for words.
The truth was, he had no clue how to untangle the mess between Greta and the Dawson family.
“Oh, great, just what I needed to see first thing in the morning,” a voice chimed in, clear and slightly amused.
Cameron, feeling a twinge of embarrassment, gently nudged Greta away, putting a little space between them.
Greta noticed his reaction, and her already pale face turned even paler.
“Nathalie, what do you want?” Greta snapped, her anger flaring.
Nathalie strolled over to Cameron, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Me? I’m here to collect a debt. Seems like your credit’s taken a hit, Cameron, and now your checks are bouncing.”
Gréta blinked, stunned. “That’s ridiculous. How could Cameron owe you money?”
Nathalie’s smile was as bright as ever. “Cameron, why don’t you tell her how much you owe me?”
With a grim face, Cameron confessed, “I do owe her money. Five hundred million.”
Greta’s face went white as a sheet. In her mind, Cameron’s wealth was meant for her, not to be handed over to another woman.
“Cameron, how could you owe her so much?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Cameron frowned, his brow furrowing deeper.
Nathalie just loved every second of the tension, and decided to add fuel to the fire. “Cameron, looks like your wife’s not too keen on you spending on other women.”
She then turned to Greta with a mocking tone. “I’m not like you. I don’t rely on others‘ handouts.”
Greta’s head dropped, a storm of shame and anger raging inside. “That’s not what I meant… Cameron has every right to do what he wants with his money” Her voice was soft, almost submissive.
Nathalie watched Greta’s act with a sneer. “No need to pretend to be so noble. As his wife, you’re on the hook for half his debts You’ve got the right to know why he owes it. Why do you live so meekly?”
Spurred on by Nathalie’s words, Greta mustered the courage to look at Cameron, her eyes flashing with a mix of anger and
determination. “Cameron, what’s really going on here?”
