Reborn From Oblivion

Cameron was absolutely fuming as he stormed up the stairs with Greta hot on his heels.

When they reached the top floor, they found Nellie had set up a camera and speaker at the corridor junction. It was blaring a hip-hop dance tutorial, complete with loud rock music. Nellie, dressed in dance gear, was awkwardly attempting to follow along, her moves totally out of sync with the beat.

Cameron's face darkened with anger. He marched over and switched off the speaker.

Nellie was ready to explode, but when she spotted Greta standing behind Cameron, her fury quickly turned into a cheerful grin. "Hey, babe, I'm just getting into shape. Once I'm fit, let's think about having a baby," she chirped, flashing a bright smile and slipping her arm through Cameron's naturally.

Greta's expression soured. Her mouth opened and closed like she wanted to say something, but she clammed up, caught in the awkwardness of her position.

Cameron studied Nellie, confused by how the person who had been so haughty just moments before now looked at him with the same admiration and love as she did years ago. How did she pull off this Jekyll and Hyde act? Greta let out a soft chuckle. "Nellie, are you seriously considering having a baby with Cameron?"

Nellie, pushing down a wave of nausea, shot back, "What are you suggesting, Greta? Cameron and I are married; of course, we'd want kids. I mean, I'd rather not end up childless like you."

Greta went pale.

Cameron reprimanded Nellie, "Nellie, when did you become so cruel? You know your sister has health issues and can't have kids. Why would you hit her where it hurts?" "Nellie, remember this: you won't get what your sister doesn't have. All you get is the Mrs. Dawson title, nothing more," he said, his words sharp and deliberate. Nellie's face turned ghostly pale at his words.

Cameron's clear favoritism towards Greta dredged up a lot of bitter memories for her. It felt like she was always the one everyone, including her family and husband, chose to abandon.

"But Cameron, just because she can't have children doesn't mean you don't want them, right?" Nellie shouted, her voice rising.

Greta's eyes were icy with mockery. "Nellie, if you really wanted to bear a child for the Dawson family, why did you impulsively abort Cameron's child two years ago?"

The mention of the miscarriage brought the room to a standstill.

Nellie bit her lip, her face paling further, her hands trembling uncontrollably within her sleeves.

"Mommy..."

"Mommy, it hurts."

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"Mommy, I want to see Daddy."

"It's been so long since I've seen Daddy."

"Mommy, am I going to die?"

"If I'm dying, Daddy will come to us, right?"

"Mommy, I can't hang on much longer. Why hasn't Daddy come?"

"Mommy, Daddy doesn't love me. I don't want a daddy anymore."

"Mommy, you shouldn't want Daddy either. He always makes you cry."

Nellie closed her eyes against the pain, and when she opened them again, she shoved those emotions deep down.

Cameron's voice, full of anger, cut through the silence, "Nellie, why did you abort my child?"

Nellie stared at him coldly, so eager to tell him he didn't deserve to be a father or the happiness of a family. But she couldn't afford to face the fallout of crossing him.

So she put on a false front, feeding kidney My health was terrible. How could I carry a pregnancy?"

him lies. "I'd just donated Teeding

Cameron didn't push her further. Truth be told, he didn't really have any expectations for Nellie or their child.