Chapter 268
“Alright,” Greta replied cheerfully.
She stepped into Cameron’s walk–in closet to pick out some loungewear for him, and her eyes fell upon a checkered drawer. To her amazement, inside lay the Timeless Cycle necklace she had always dreamed of owning.
“This necklace… is this Timeless Cycle?” Greta exclaimed, her excitement palpable as she examined the mysterious piece over and
over.
The moment her fingers brushed against a certain spot on the necklace, she felt a jolt run through her body as if electrified, and a vivid scene unfolded in her mind.
“Nel, do you have any idea how much I hate you? You took away my marriage, leaving me to live as the other woman, hidden in the shadows. You must die, and so must your daughter. Only then can I stand proudly by Cameron’s side.”
Greta, hurting me might not bother Cameron, but if you harm our daughter, he will never forgive you. Don’t play with fire.”
“Nellie, let’s make a bet, shall we? Let’s see whose life Cameron values more–your daughter’s or mine.”
After saying this, Greta swallowed an unknown pill. Soon, her body began to swell alarmingly. She was in distress and called Cameron, “Cameron, I don’t think I’m going to make it…”
Cameron dropped everything and raced back. “Greta, hang in there, I’m coming,” he assured her.
After a frantic rush, Cameron got Greta to the hospital. The doctors examined her and delivered shocking news. “Greta has a severe kidney disease and should have been extremely careful with her diet. However, we found large amounts of nephrotoxic substances in her body. She’s in critical condition…”
Greta wept, tears streaming down her face. “It was Nel. After I ate the pastry she made, I felt something was off.”
Cameron was livid. “What a wicked woman.”
The doctor then came with an even more alarming update. “Greta needs an immediate plasma exchange.”
“Then use Nellie’s,” Cameron suggested.
Greta objected, “Cameron, Nellie’s got a bad cold. What if she passes the infection to me?”
The doctor shook his head. “No, the donor must be healthy.”
and my Greta muttered, “What now? The only ones in our family who can donate are my sister and my niece… My sister’s sick, too young. There’s no one left.”
niece is
Cameron turned to the doctor, “Will there be any risk to the donor?”
The doctor reassured him, “As long as we maintain sterile conditions, there shouldn’t be
any
issues.”
Cameron’s eyes lit up. “Then we’ll use my daughter’s plasma.”
The scene shifted to Cameron taking his daughter from Nellie’s arms. Nellie pleaded with him, “Cameron, if Greta needs blood, take mine. Use as much as you need, but don’t put our daughter through this. She’s too little to endure it.”
“You don’t deserve to donate your blood,” Cameron snapped, his voice cold and firm.
“Cameron, if you go through with this, we’re done. I’ll never forgive you,” Nellie warned.
Cameron paused, “How can you be so heartless? Greta’s your sister, and you would let her die?”
“Cameron, this is all part of her scheme. Trust me, it’s a trap.”
Ignoring Nellie’s desperate sobs, Cameron pushed her away and left in a hurry.
Nellie collapsed, fainting from the emotional strain. “Cameron, don’t make me hate you.”
