Chapter 12
She strode away, her back straight and unwavering, ignoring the assistant's words as if they were nothing more than a breeze.
Matt was baffled by the suitcase and credit card she thrust at him. He couldn't help but ask, "Ma'am, what's all this?"
Nellie struggled to keep her voice cool and detached, "I don't need the rest. Toss it all."
Matt was taken aback. He understood she could buy new clothes abroad, but what about the credit card? How was she supposed to manage without it? "Ma'am, you really should hold onto the credit card," he urged.
With a reluctant nod, Nellie took the card back, clearly not thrilled about it.
Matt let out a sigh of relief. Seriously, who says no to money?
He walked with Nellie to the international airport's security checkpoint. "Ma'am, this is as far as I can go. Please take care of yourself over there," he said.
But Nellie paid his words no mind and headed towards the checkpoint with not an ounce of hesitation.
Watching her leave, he felt a swirl of emotions. He noticed how her steps seemed almost weightless, yet she moved with such purpose. It was like she couldn't get away fast enough. Just as she was about to vanish from sight, Nellie did something that left him utterly shocked-she tossed Cameron's credit card right into a trash bin.
Matt was floored.
It hit him then-was this her way of drawing a line with Cameron? Had she finally reached her limit, realizing her standing in his life, and decided to walk away for good?
Matt felt uneasy, uncertain how Cameron would handle such a bold move.
Cameron, having spent a long day at the hospital with Greta, returned home looking worn out.
Matt had been waiting. As soon as Cameron spotted the suitcase, his smile froze. "What's going on with Nellie? Didn't I tell her to leave the country ASAP? Why is her stuff still here?" he snapped.
Matt shook his head. "Mr. Cameron, don't worry. She's left the country."
Cameron gave him a puzzled look. "Then what's with the suitcase?"
Matt, a bit nervous, explained, "Sir, these are things she didn't want."
Cameron felt a sharp, fleeting pang in his chest. "I gave her plenty of money. She must be planning to buy new clothes instead," he said, chuckling wryly as he touched his chest. "After four years of pampering, I guess she's gotten a taste for the finer things." But what Matt said next hit him like a cold shower: "Sir, she threw the credit card you gave her into the trash right after she passed the ticket gate."
Cameron's face tightened instantly. His handsome features seemed to crack like a shattered sculpture.
After a long pause, Cameron let out a scoff, "So, she's finally got a backbone? Is she upset because I overlooked her? Fine, she can stay out there before she's cooled down. Does she think she can just challenge me like this?"
The housekeeper stepped in, unable to hold back. "Mr. Cameron, Ms. Nellie just had surgery and isn't in the best of health. Aren't you worried she might hold a grudge against you for sending her away now?"
She'd been Cameron's nanny and was fond of Nellie, a girl who never stirred trouble and was always so kind. It was just Cameron who seemed blind to his wife's good qualities.