Chapter 86
Nathan’s straightforward demeanor left Nellie feeling a bit guilty. She had been seeing him as that irresistibly charming man from her past life, forgetting that right now, he was still just a kid. His reliance on her was purely familial,
Suddenly, Nellie flashed a bright smile and playfully pinched Nathan’s cheek. “Yes, we’ll always be as close as farmily can be.”
She was determined to live in the present. The ruthless decisiveness Nathan had in his past life was something she had completely wiped away. He would always be the boy she wanted to protect.
“So, I hear you’ve gone back to the Dawson family estate?” Nathan suddenly asked, his handsome face clouded with a touch of cold darkness.
“Yes,” Nellie replied to herself. “I’m Mrs. Dawson. There’s no reason for me not to return there.”
Nathan mumbled, “While you were away for those two years, Cameron and Greta were inseparable, and the Dawson family never
ublicly acknowledged you as Mrs. Dawson. I worry that they’ve never truly accepted you. Now that you decided to go back on your own, I’m afraid you’ll face all sorts of humiliation…”
Nellie’s gaze was calm and deep, like the sea. The Dawson family not accepting her as a daughter–in–law was just the tip of the iceberg. Kristina never let her join them for meals. She was often the target of subtle jabs, was compared to a country girl trying to act like royalty, and was criticized for not being refined enough to maintain the Dawson family’s image. She was even strictly forbidden from revealing her Mrs. Dawson status in public.
As for Cameron, her husband? When Kristina mocked and gave Nellie a hard time for no reason, he’d just frown slightly. If she complained, he’d impatiently tell her to learn some tolerance. His insistence on sleeping in separate rooms was, of course, a way to mask whatever little kindness he had left for her. He always found some noble excuse.
He’d say, “Nellie, I stay up late, so I won’t sleep with you to avoid disturbing your rest.”
In the Dawson family, everyone treated her like she was an emotionless, unfeeling object. She had to deal with all her pain alone. Nathan frowned in concern at Nellie’s long silence. “If going back to the Dawson family makes you so unhappy, then don’t go back,” he said, gripping her frail shoulders, his voice full of emotion.
Nellie’s eyes welled up. “Nathan, I have to go back…”
A deep sense of helplessness filled Nathan’s eyes. “Do you have even a tiny bit of feelings left for Cameron?”
A strong wave of resistance and hatred welled up in Nellie’s eyes, and she shook her head fiercely. “I could never love him.”
In her past life, he was the reason for her and her daughter’s tragic end. She longed for revenge against this jerk. How could she still have feelings for him?
A relieved smile appeared on Nathan’s face. “That makes me feel better.”
“As long as hurting Cameron won’t make you sad, I’ll take care of that jerk.” He promised, “I’ll help you get rid of him as soon as possible.”
Nellie looked at Nathan, stunned. She had a faint feeling that, in this life, with Nathan as her ally, her fate might really be different from before.
“Nathan, I know him too well. He acts all benevolent on the outside, but behind the scenes, he’s calculating and fake. Be careful dealing with him.”
Nathan nodded. “Just wait. I’ll have some good news soon.”
Later that night, Nellie returned to the Dawson family estate. Cameron sat on the sofa, shrouded in the darkness of the night. When Nellie flicked on the light, she saw Cameron’s cold, statue–like face, and it sent a genuine chill down her spine.
