Chapter 82
“You owe her an apology, not me. Why are you dragging me into this mess?”
“Nellie, your sister’s not strong, and she’s got a thing for Cameron. Please, just let her have him,” Miranda finally revealed her true intent.
Nellie let out a chuckle, but it was laced with sadness and bitterness.
“Haven’t I given up enough? As a kid, I wanted to live with our rich dad, too, but she got to him first, so I kept quiet. Then, when her kidneys started failing, I gave her one of mine. And now, she wants my husband…”
Her eyes were cold as she stared at Miranda. “Tell me, why do I always have to be the one who gives everything? This is your debt to her, not mine.”
Miranda’s eyes flickered with a hint of guilt. “She’s been spoiled since she was little. Without Cameron, she can’t make it. But you, you’ve been through tough times. You can handle it. Please, just let her have Cameron.”
ellie stared at her mother. Her voice was shaking, and her face turned pale as a sheet. “Am I not your daughter, too? Why do you think only Greta deserves happiness while I should remain stuck in misery?”
“You’re not just Greta’s mom; you’re mine too. How can you treat me like this?”
Nellie forced back the tears threatening to spill. “You don’t deserve to be called my mother.”
Miranda stumbled back. “Why are you so petty? It’s normal for me to worry more about your sister with her health issues.”
Nellie felt like she was being choked and was unable to voice her pain. Her eyes were burning with rage. She closed her eyes in despair, feeling her old wounds reopening.
Her family’s neglect had not only left her psychologically scarred but had also manifested in severe physical symptoms.
In that moment, she hated her mother and, even more so, Cameron.
Cameron knew exactly what she went through with her mother, but still stood by and watched as Greta manipulated her.
How did she ever think he was husband material? She was so blind.
Just then, a gentle hand landed on her shoulder, easing her tension. A warm, soothing voice whispered, “Hey, relax.” It was like rain in a desert, relieving Nellie’s suffocation and despair.
Miranda, oblivious to her daughter’s turmoil, eyed Nathan with curiosity. She noted his polished appearance. “Nel, who’s this?” Noticing her mother’s greedy gaze, Nellie quickly explained, “He’s just a friend.”
But Miranda’s eyes had already drifted to Nathan’s fancy outfit and pricey watch, her mind clearly plotting. “Nel, when did you start hanging out with such a well–off guy? He seems to be doing pretty well. Think you could ask him to lend us some money? I need a big chunk for medical bills.”
Nellie’s face turned crimson with anger.
Miranda had never acted like a real mother but was always ready to milk her for everything she had. This shamelessness was beyond ridiculous to Nellie.
