Reborn From Oblivion

Who could have imagined the truth would be so heartless?

He faked love, faked a marriage, all for her kidney. He even swallowed his disgust to consummate their relationship, just to keep her happy and unsuspecting enough to sign the surgery consent form. But then, she got pregnant. What happened next?

Nellie's mind wandered back through the years. For her child, she pleaded with him to call off the surgery or at least delay it. But his face was colder than ever. He took a drag from his cigarette, let out a ring of smoke, and said without a hint of emotion, "Nellie, Greta's waited long enough for this. I won't make her wait any longer. Every day she waits, she suffers more."

"But I'm carrying your child. If something happens to me now, the baby could be in danger."

"We can end this pregnancy and have another child later."

"Honey, please... This is our child. I don't want to lose them."

"If you want to keep it, then keep it."

She thought he had finally softened, sparing their child. But then what?

Later, she was dragged into the operating room against her will. He did let her have the child, but because of all the drugs she had to take, the baby was born with health issues He never even glanced at the child, but she couldn't bear to abandon her. She nurtured her carefully until she was three.

Then, Cameron had her daughter donate blood to Greta, who was sick again, just because their blood types matched. Nellie desperately tried to stop it, but Cameron kept reassuring her it was just a blood donation, nothing harmful. Nellie was helpless, but she still held onto a thread of trust in Cameron. She believed her daughter would be okay.

However, the day her daughter came home from donating blood, she spiked a fever. Nellie frantically called Cameron that night, begging him to use his connections to get

emergency help for her cont

daughter. It would have been.

word from him with his cons. Yet, Cameron stayed by Greta's side all night, ignoring Nellie's calls. The last time he picked up, he barked, "Nellie, if she's sick, take her to a doctor. Don't disturb your sister's rest," and hung up.

Nellie didn't waste time. While pleading with Cameron, she was also doing everything she could to save her child. She called 911 and rushed her to the hospital. But without Cameron's help, she was just a moment too late.

That day, snowflakes twirled in the wind as she left the hospital holding her child's cold body. Her child's death stripped away her last bit of attachment to this world. She didn't go home. Instead, she walked down a path of no return. It was freezing that day. The cold seeped into her bones.

Even now, in this new life, she remembers that bone-chilling cold so vividly. So, this time around, she decided to give up on her child's life early. If her daughter was born into this family, she'd find no happiness.

Nellie pulled her clothes tighter, hoping to find some warmth. Nathan noticed and, without a word, took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders.

Cameron frowned, "The heating's cranked up in here. You're not cold. Why are you wearing his coat? Take it off."

Nathan suddenly tightened his fist and swung it, landing a punch on Cameron's face. Cameron staggered back, refusing to back down, and lunged at Nathan with his fists ready.