Reborn From Oblivion
Chapter 418

thinking he hadn't noticed her daughter had passed. How could someone as sharp as Nathan not have known?

She recalled a past life where she trudged along a mountain path, weighed down by despair and the lifeless body of her daughter. Nathan had shown up out of the blue, unfazed by her daughter's cold form, lifting her gently in and out of the car. Back then, she was naive, His arrival wasn't just a twist of fate. It was a deliberate act to be there for her. So, when she attempted to take her own life, the fading echoes of him calling her "Nathalie" and his heartfelt cries weren't mere hallucinations-he truly grieved for her.

Lizzy was at the wheel, the car slicing through the rain like a knife. Nathalie stared out the window, but all she could see was Nathan, tirelessly running toward her.

"Lizzy, step on it." Nathalie was anxious to get home.

She remembered the diary Nathan handed her before he left, casually saying, "Feel free to read it anytime." For so long, she treated it as his private world, locking it away in a drawer. Now, it seemed, that diary might hold secrets he wanted to share but couldn't find the words to say.

Lizzy floored the gas pedal, sending the car racing down the streets.

At Rowland Corporation, Cameron sat uneasily in his office. His phone lay on the desk, displaying photos of him and Greta-childhood sweethearts, back in their carefree days. Back then, his smile was bright, and Greta's eyes sparkled with clarity. They played on the grass, studied in the library, and ran on the sports field together. From awkward teens to young adults, they grew up side by side.

But now, shadows and fatigue clouded his face, and her eyes had turned complex and distant. Cameron painfully flipped his phone face down, cradling his head in his hands, murmuring, "Greta, what am I supposed to do with you?"

He felt a twinge of resentment

towards Nathalie. If she hadn't

unexpectedly exposed Greta's

secret, he might have continued to avoid the issue. Now he had to face it head on. Should he forgive her, pretend nothing happened, and keep living together? Or should he confront her mistakes, pushing her fragile state to the edge to finally release his pent-up anger?

Cameron was at a loss. Yet, Greta's presence haunted him, her call

breaking his thoughts. He closed his

eyes, hesitated briefly, then

decisively picked up the phone.

It was Greta, her voice soft, pleading, "Cameron, can you come and take me home?" Her tone was gentle, as if their earlier heated argument had never happened. Cameron was incensed. "Your kidney disease has flared up again; you need to be in the hospital. Why are you insisting on going home now?"

Greta sounded defeated, "I can't afford the treatment. I might as well go home and wait for the end."

Cameron clenched his teeth. "Don't worry, Greta. We're still married, so I'll cover your medical bills."

Greta replied, "When I get better, you'll divorce me, won't you? If that's the case, maybe it's better if I never recover."

"Whatever." Cameron snapped, hanging up abruptly.

Greta stared at the phone, the busy

signal buzzing in her ear, her face

turning pale: The Cameron who

once would have done anything for her now seemed so distant, a. change she struggled to

comprehend.