Reborn From Oblivion

Nellie gazed at him with an expression that could only be described as pure innocence.

But Cameron was anything but calm. He stormed up to her, grabbing her and pulling her to her feet, his grip on her wrist causing a sharp pain.

"Nellie, did you set Greta up on purpose? Did you make her the butt of jokes at the party and force her to take on my drinking duties? Do you have any idea how much she's suffered because of that?" Cameron's eyes were practically on fire, his voice a raw, angry shout. "Cameron, what's going on? I don't get it," Nellie said, trying to wriggle free from his hold.

She played the part of the clueless wife, but inside, she knew exactly what was going on. Nathan had given Greta two glasses of wine, and with Greta's single kidney situation, it was no wonder she couldn't handle it. Nellie felt a twisted sense of justice seeing Greta go through the same pain she once did.

Cameron realized her wide-eyed, innocent demeanor and her makeup-free face was so different from the dazzling woman at the party. He finally let go of her, his energy spent.

He thought, 'What kind of power does Nellie have to pull off a scheme against Greta with those high-society types at the party?'

And honestly, he doubted she had the smarts to pull off such an elaborate plan that left him in the dust.

He realized he'd let his anger cloud his judgment. Defeated, he sank onto the couch.

"Your sister drank too much, and her kidney issues have flared up. She's in the hospital." Nellie blinked, a hint of smug satisfaction in her voice, "Well, that's karma for you." Cameron was livid. "You..."

Nellie calmly shot back, "Who was it that promised me one thing and did another? Who made her go to the party instead of me? If she hadn't, I'd be the one in pain from drinking." Cameron's handsome face went rigid. A flicker of embarrassment crossed his eyes.

Just then, the phone rang from the hospital. Cameron picked up the call eagerly, his eyes occasionally darting to Nellie with a calculating look. Sensing the impending trouble, Nellie decided it was time to make a run for it.

Cameron was quicker, grabbing her hand. "Nellie, your sister's in critical condition. She needs a blood transfusion. You have to come to the hospital with me now."

Nellie nearly buckled, her legs weak with shock. Despair clouded her eyes. "Cameron, did you even ask if I'm okay with donating my blood?" Cameron was caught off guard. He had assumed that kind-hearted Nellie would be eager to help. "She's your sister. Isn't it your duty to save her?" Nellie's face was a storm of hurt and anger. Her fist clenched as she shouted, "I don't want to!"

Cameron's expression hardened, then turned to anger. He held onto her wrist forcefully, saying, "She's your sister. If you won't help her, who will?"

Nellie shot back, "She's already taken my kidney. Why should she get my blood, too?"

"Nellie, your sister is important to me. I can't just let her die," Cameron said, his eyes heavy with sorrow.

"Then why don't you give her your blood?" Nellie screamed, frustration boiling over. "I don't care if shedives or dies. Why should I save her with blood?"

Cameron stared at Nellie, unable to believe what he was hearing. "Nellie, when did you become so heartless? You weren't like this before."

"And how was I before?" Nellie challenged, her eyes locked on his, curious to see if he remembered her goodness.C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

Cameron replied, "Before, you were

never this selfish. You always did what I asked. You donated a kidney to Greta, made soup for me, waited up no matter how late I got home, and was always polite to me and your sister..."