Reborn From Oblivion (Nellie and Cameron) novel Chapter 183

Outside the hospital room, Greta's fragile frame sagged against the wall, her heart heavy with bitterness as she overheard Kristina tearing her down. Was she really second-rate compared to her sister?

She strained to catch any sound from inside, secretly yearning for Cameron to step up for her. But this time, his silence stretched unbearably long.

Fear gnawed at Greta; she dreaded the thought of Cameron being swayed by his mother and perhaps even reconsidering his feelings towards his ex-wife.

With nerves fraying, Greta finally burst through the door, unable to hold back.

Inside, Kristina sat on the bed, her gaze icy. Cameron was on his knees, his eyes bloodshot.

Greta’s sudden entrance shattered the uneasy calm between mother and son. Kristina snapped, “Who let you in?”

Greta dropped to her knees beside Cameron, the picture of devotion. “Kristina, please. Cameron’s been swamped with work, and he’s not well. Cut him some slack, and don’t make him kneel. If you’re angry, take it out on me—I’ll bear it for him.”

Cameron was moved to tears. He helped Greta to her feet and declared firmly to Kristina, “Mom, Greta and I are married. Whether you like it or not, I’m not leaving her.”

Sensing Cameron’s determination, Kristina, seething, shut her eyes. “Get out, and don’t ever come back to the Dawson family home.”

Cameron hesitated, a flicker of loss passing over his handsome face. “Mom…” he murmured, choked up.

“Get out,” Kristina barked.

With no choice left, Cameron left the hospital with Greta.

“Cameron, heard you split up?” someone asked.

Cameron sipped his wine casually, feigning indifference. “You all know Nellie was never one for the spotlight. Being with her felt embarrassing. I’m finally free.”

Normally, his buddies would chime in with, “Good riddance, it was about time!” But today, there was a strange, shared silence.

Cameron found it odd. “Why’s everyone so quiet? Didn’t you all push me to divorce her? You always said she wasn’t good enough for me.”

From a corner, Jake sighed, “Times change.”

Cameron’s grip on his wine glass quivered slightly.