Chapter 287
Cameron’s eyes drilled into Greta’s, filled with questions. Greta was a bundle of nerves, “Cameron, I honestly have no idea why. !… always thought Nathalie was my real sister.”
Cameron noticed Greta’s bewilderment and, guided by the thought that ignorance absolves, decided not to push her any further
When he turned to Nathalie, a sliver of quilt crept into his voice. “Nathalie, I need to explain why I took your kidney. I really believed you were okay with it.”
“If you really believed that, why did you go to such lengths to deceive me and treat me like family all those years?” Nathalie shot back, leaving him no room to argue.
Cameron lowered his head, recalling how Miranda had assured him that “Nellie didn’t care for her sister or father, and she’d never willingly give anything to her sister…”
Miranda’s words led him to take Nathalie home, thinking he was playing the long game. Nathalie’s accusations hit home.
“I’m sorry…” Cameron muttered.
Like a vengeful ghost, Nathalie coldly asked, “Do you think a mere sorry wipes out what you did to me?”
Greta, driven to her breaking point by Nathalie’s relentless attack, shouted, “What do you want then? Are you really planning on suing
us? It’s been ages. What proof do you have that we tricked you and didn’t just receive a willing donation?”
Nathalie’s smile was sharp. “Proof doesn’t matter. As long as I stand as the victim and call out your wrongs, I believe you’ll be morally done for, even if the law doesn’t get you. Everyone will turn against you, and that’s enough.”
“You really think that will happen?” Greta retorted.
Nathalie’s eyes were ice as they landed on Cameron. “I was a child when I got kidnapped.”
Cameron’s face fell. The word “kidnapped” brought home the damage his selfish actions had wreaked on Nathalie.
His voice was barely audible. “Nathalie, does it have to come to this?”
“This?” she echoed, almost amused. “If anything, this is too easy on you.”
Cameron was floored, standing there like he’d been struck.
Nathalie’s hatred ran deep, like it was the only thing keeping her going, pulling him down into the abyss with her.
It took Cameron ages to find his voice again. He weakly said, “Nathalie, hating me and getting back at me won’t make you happy. Wouldn’t it be better to find some peace? Let me spend the rest of my days making it up to you?”
Nathalie laughed, a cruel sound. “Make it up to me? Cameron, look at you now. You’re worse off than my pet. What could you possibly offer?”
Cameron’s eyes finally took in the high–end items Nathalie used–a pricey glass and designer bags casually draped over the sofa. Shame washed over him. Nathalie hadn’t known a single good day with him, but since leaving, her life had been polished and well–kept. And him? It was like karma had come knocking, his life falling apart day by day.
Greta couldn’t watch Nathalie tear into Cameron anymore, and quickly changed the subject. “Nathalie, enough with the back–and–forth. Where’s Mom?”
Nathalie handed Miranda’s medical report to Greta. “Since you care so much, consider it my gift to you.”
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