Chapter 215
Nathalie shrugged with casual grace, her demeanor effortless. “Sure, I’m more than willing to let bygones be bygones and take care of Dad. My only worry is that he might feel a stronger bond with you and choose to be with you instead.”
Greta’s face turned a shade of discomfort.
She was in no position to care for Patrick. If Nathalie decided to pass this responsibility onto her, she’d be in a lose–lose situation.
If she took it on, with no income to lean on, her already heavy burdens would force her to rely even more on the Dawson family, making her life feel like that of a beggar.
And if she didn’t, how could she live with herself knowing that Patrick had poured all his love and savings into her? The fear of being seen as ungrateful and uncaring weighed heavily on her.
“You can go in and see the patient now,” the doctor said.
ameron wheeled Greta into the room while Nathalie sauntered in at a distance, calm and composed.
Inside, Patrick had just come out of surgery and was at his weakest. His eyes were half–closed, weary and aged, and his once full face was now gaunt, reduced to skin and bones. All the vitality seemed drained from him, like an old man on his last legs.
Seeing Patrick in such a state, Greta immediately broke down in tears. “Dad, what happened to you? You have to get better–I still need you.”
Nathalie scoffed, “Someone’s still acting like a big baby, huh?”
At the sound of Nathalie’s voice, panic washed over Patrick’s face, and his body began to tremble.
“She’s a demon… a demon… She’s not my daughter…”
He was too terrified to even look Nathalie in the eye.
Cameron glared at Nathalie accusingly. “What did you do to him?”
Nathalie shot back, “Have you lost your mind? What could I possibly have done? He was in prison. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t have reached him.”
Then, with a breezy tone, she added, “He probably just snapped in there. I hear it’s a madhouse.”
Greta felt as if her world was crumbling. Her support had vanished, leaving the future looking grim and uncertain.
“Dad…”
“He’s not dead yet, so why are you crying?” Nathalie snapped at her.
Cameron stared hard at Nathalie. Her cold detachment and glee at Patrick’s misfortune were chilling.
“Nathalie, as you can see, your dad can’t take care of himself now. You’re both his daughters, but with Greta’s health being what it is, I’m counting on you to step up and look after Patrick for a while,” Cameron stated firmly.
Nathalie responded, “Cameron, just because I call him ‘Dad‘ doesn’t mean he deserves the title. Let me make it clear: this man never took care of me and even plotted with you to steal my kidney. I couldn’t care less about his fate.”
“He lavished all his love and resources on Greta and spoiling her. And now that he’s no longer useful, you want to toss him aside? That’s behavior that society won’t tolerate.”
Cameron was left speechless. He hadn’t expected Nathalie to be so shrewd.
Having said her piece, Nathalie, confidently clicked her heels and walked out. It’s like she’s afraid Patrick might try to cling to her
Greta looked helplessly at Cameron. “Cameron, what am I supposed to do?”
Already a burden herself, now she faced the prospect of caring for another. Cameron, who now had to figure out how to support two people unable to fend for themselves, was in a foul mood.
Without offering Greta any comfort, he simply said, “I’m going out for a smoke.”
Greta watched his weary figure retreat, tears flowing unchecked down her face.
