Reborn From Oblivion (Nellie and Cameron) novel Chapter 482

Greta felt a wave of sadness wash over her as she thought about everything that had happened. She couldn't figure out how she had turned such a promising situation into such a mess.

The car came to a halt at the care home where Patrick and Miranda stayed. Cameron parked but didn't make any move to get out. He just stared at the facility, one of the top places in the Capital.

"This place looks fancy," he commented, with a hint of something deeper in his voice.

Greta spoke up, her pride evident. "I spent ages picking this place for my parents. The environment is amazing, and all the caregivers are certified pros. Since my folks moved here, they've been so much happier."

Cameron looked at her without emotion. "How much does this cost each month?"

Greta's pride slipped away, her smile turning awkward. "Cameron, it's not just about money. You know my dad's health isn't great. The doctor wasn't hopeful, so I decided to bring him here. I just want him to be comfortable in his last days. It's pricey, sure, but it's worth it—around six figures a month."

Cameron pressed on, "Where's the money coming from?"

His penny-pinching attitude was getting on Greta's nerves. "You know I don't have a job. I use the credit card you gave me for everything."

Cameron's expression darkened. "Greta, taking care of your parents is important, but I want you to be independent. The money I give you is for our household expenses. If you're going to make big purchases for your parents, let me know beforehand."

Greta clenched her teeth, feeling embarrassed by his scrutiny. But she understood it was because he no longer felt the same love for her.

Greta suddenly remembered her earlier boast about going back to her parents' place to care for her dad. She forced herself to say, "I... of course, I'll look after him."

Cameron didn't say another word.

Feeling heavy-hearted, Greta made her way to Patrick's room. In the short time apart, he had become so frail. When Miranda saw Greta, tears welled up in her eyes. Her mobility had worsened, and she relied entirely on a wheelchair to move slowly and stiffly.

"Greta, you're finally here?" Miranda clung to her like a lifeline, pouring out her grievances. "You wouldn't believe how these caregivers behave. They pamper the guy next door, bathing him several times a day, but your dad only gets a bath every other day. And the food—others get lobster and steak daily, while your dad and I are stuck with ground beef or chicken, mostly ignored by them..."