Reborn From Oblivion (Nellie and Cameron) novel Chapter 55

Chapter 55 

Lizzy gave him a teasing look. “Oh, you finally remember you have a wife, huh?” 

Cameron’s eyes were bloodshot with rage as he barked, “Who’s in there with her?” 

Lizzy glanced over at Greta, who was catching her breath beside them. “I think, you should probably focus on taking care of Greta. She doesn’t need your concern. She’s got someone looking out for her.” 

“I’m her husband,” he shot back, his voice rising. “I have every right to care for her.” 

Lizzy’s voice was filled with emotion as she countered, “You’ve hurt her, and you don’t deserve to be called her husband.” 

Greta stepped forward, trying to mediate. “Young lady, the story between my sister and my brother–in–law isn’t something you can sum up in a few words. He saved her life once. Their relationship is complicated, and outsiders like us can’t fully understand it. My sister might say she doesn’t love him, but that’s just the frustration of unrequited love.” 

Izzy was still young and somewhat innocent. She looked puzzled for a moment before she called into the room, “Your husband’s here!” Before the words had fully left her lips, the door opened, and a tall, lean man stepped out. He was wearing a cap, sunglasses, and a scarf Nellie had knitted for him, exuding an intense, almost suffocating presence. 

When he spoke, his voice was deep and rich, carrying an undeniable authority. “Who did you just call her husband? Call him that again, and I’ll see if you like swimming with the sharks.” 

Lizzy shrank back, whispering, “Sir, but he is really her husband?” 

“A husband should be close, both in body and spirit. But who’s he really close to? This woman who hurt Nathalie. He’s got no right to be called her husband. 

Lizzy, you’ve got to think more carefully sometimes.” 

Lizzy hung her head, admitting, “You are right, Sir.” 

Greta’s face turned pale. She’d always been the one everyone adored, praised for her beauty and kindness, and now she was being called out in public. Her perfect image had shattered. 

Cameron’s intense gaze bore into the stranger before him, feeling a pressure he’d never experienced in the Capital. “Who are you?” Cameron asked, barely containing his anger. 

“You’re not worthy of knowing,” came the icy reply as if from the depths of hell itself. 

Cameron glared at Nellie. “You need to be careful about who you hang around with, or you’ll end up in great danger.” 

Nellie couldn’t help but chuckle. “Isn’t that the truth? Didn’t you sell me out once?” 

Cameron knew she was alluding to the time he took her kidney. He realized he hadn’t been fair with her and, indeed, owed her an apology. 

“Nel, what can I do to make it right?” 

Nellie’s fists clenched tightly… 

Make it right? How could she ever let it go? 

Once upon a time, he’d tricked her when she was young and gullible, promising her a bright future. Foolishly, she’d believed him. He’d given her a cramped guest room and a bowl of hot soup, and she’d been over the moon. 

She’d clung to his arm and vowed, “Mr. Dawson, thank you for giving me such a warm home. I’ll repay you. I’m willing to do anything for 

you.” 

And she had. For those years with the Dawson family, she’d devoted herself to looking after him. When his stomach bothered him, she learned to cook all sorts of soothing soups and would reheat meals endlessly so that he could come home to food at the perfect temperature. 

If only Cameron had been upfront from the start–if he’d told her Greta was his love, that he couldn’t bear to see her die, and that he needed her kidney… she would’ve willingly helped. After all, she’d been ready to give up everything for Cameron.