Chapter 328
“Ah…” Greta’s gut–wrenching scream echoed through the air.
Cameron’s eyes flashed with panic, and his face drained of color instantly. He stumbled to his feet and frantically rushed downstairs.
Nathalie saw him in such a state and felt a pang of sadness at first. She and Cameron had shared two lifetimes as husband and wife, but she had never seen Cameron this anxious over her.
Their daughter from another life could not match how much Greta meant to Cameron.
However, soon enough, Nathalie’s sorrow shifted to laughter. “Ha, Cameron, when Greta and I clash, you never hesitate to take her side. Now that your mom and Greta are locked in a feud, I’m curious to see which side you’ll pick.”
Cameron turned to her. “This is my mom’s doing. I’ll stand by what’s right. I won’t just side with her because we’re blood relatives.”
Nathalie shook her head. “Cameron, you’re such a jerk. You betray your mother for the one you love. Kristina has given you everything.
deserve to be stay in hell,”
A shadow of doubt crossed Cameron’s once–determined face. Yes, he loved Greta and wanted to give her the best. But his mom was the one who held his world together, the only one who never gave up on him when times were tough.
He couldn’t abandon Greta, yet he couldn’t let his mom down either.
Cameron’s internal struggle gnawed at him like a venomous snake, leaving him torn and in agony.
Cameron’s heartache finally gave Nathalie a small sense of relief from her own resentment.
“Cameron, help me. Please, save me.” Greta’s desperate voice rang out again.
Without a second thought, Cameron shot down the stairs like an arrow.
In the garden, Kristina had Greta’s hair in her grip. She was pinning her against the wall and slapping her again and again. Greta’s face was swollen. A trickle of blood was at the corner of her mouth.
The scene shook Cameron to his core. He stood there, paralyzed.
It was Miranda, in her wheelchair, who finally shouted him back to his senses. “Cameron, if your mom keeps this up, it could be deadly. If something happens to Greta, your mom could be charged, and you’d lose both of them.”
Cameron snapped back to reality. He dashed over, shoved Kristina to the ground, and wrapped Greta in his arms. “Greta, are you okay?”
Greta pointed at Kristina. “She tried to kill me, Cameron. You have to help me.”
Cameron glared at Kristina, only to find her glare even more terrifying. “Did you push me for this bad luck charm? Cameron, so she means more to you than anyone else? Fine, let’s cut our mother–son bond… I don’t need a son who can’t see right from wrong.” Cameron dropped to his knees in front of Kristina, slapping his own face repeatedly. “Mom, I messed up. Please forgive me.”
But Kristina was beyond despair. “Don’t call me Mom. I no longer need a son like you.”
With a heavy heart, Kristina turned and walked away, muttering, “My son is useless. What’s the point of my life now?”
Cameron’s face went a ghostly white as he ran after her, holding Kristina tightly. “Mom, please, don’t do anything rash. I’ll listen to you from now on. I promise.”
