NovelStartChapter 736 Cameron seemed to have tucked her away in sforgotten corner of the world.
Reflecting on the intense and unforgettable love he once lavished on her, compared to his current coldness, Greta felt a wave of desperate frustration welling up inside her.
In the dead of night, she slipped out of the hospital, determined to find Cameron and ask him where she fit into his life now.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe raced back to the Dawson mansion, only to find the living room in a mess— cakes, Easter eggs, and the birthday presents Cameron had bought for Nina were scattered across the coffee table. Each gift was a rare, high-priced treasure.
A part of Greta's resolve just crumbled. She had convinced herself that Cameron's neglect during her illness was because he was swamped with the struggles of starting his business and the demands of Dawson International. But the previous night's party and those carefully chosen gifts were like a slap in the face, dousing her illusions about the girl who had captured Cameron's attention.
Suddenly, she burst into tears and laughter.
"Heh... Haha..." She felt so pathetic.
Utterly pathetic.
Suddenly, she didn't want to chase after Cameron anymore. Life was too short, and in her relentless pursuit of him, she'd forgotten to pursue her own dreams.
Stumbling towards the door, she ran into the housemaid, who was up making a midnight snack. The maid looked at her like she'd seen a ghost. “Ma'am, you... why are you back?" Greta tried not to cry: "This is my home. Am I not allowed to cback?" The maid stuttered, "I didn't mean it like that. I just wondered why you'd chat this hour." Greta glanced at the bowl of custard in the maid's hands and let out a soft, mocking laugh.
The maid quickly explained, "Mr. Dawson askedto prepare this for Miss Nina. She was so caught up in last night's fun that she skipped dinner, so..." Greta cut her off with a wave of disinterest. "No need to explain. I don't care to hear it." The maid was shocked. The mistress used to always compete with the young miss for attention. What had changed? As Greta walked away from the Dawson Estate, only one thought filled her mind: "In the mansions of the wealthy, there's waste, while outside, people freeze and starve." She never thought such stark inequality would touch her life.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWas this karma? Once, she and Nathalie both basked in Cameron's, affection and neglect. She was the apple of his eye, while Nathalie was the one he overlooked. Back then, she felt nothing but foy and superiority, never caring about Nathalie's struggles. Now, she realized the boomerang Cameron had thrown at Nathalie had circled back to hit her.
Dawn hadn't yet broken, and the path ahead was swallowed by darkness. Greta was lost: Where would her life lead now? The next morning, Nathalie and Lizzy showed up at the prison with a bag full of gifts. Officer Ashburn met with Nathalie.
"Officer Ashburn, I know it's sudden, but I'd like to see No. 13 again. Could you arrange forto meet him?" Officer Ashburn was eager to assist. "I'll check with him. If he agrees, I'll set up a meeting." But soon after, Officer Ashburn
returned, looking grim. "I'm sorry m Ashley No. 13, said he wants to keep No. 33 said his peace and doesn't want to be disturbed. He hopes you won't visit again."
Nathalie understood and didn't want to push. "If he doesn't wish to see e me, won't
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