Reborn From Oblivion
Chapter 138

Greta shivered a bit, "You don't need ten months just to replace a new place, right?"

Nellie smirked, her eyes filled with irony as she watched Greta. The realization hit Greta like a ton of bricks. Ten months was exactly when her baby was due, wasn't it? Her eyes widened in horror. "Do you know something...?"

Nellie didn't bother to answer. Her cold laugh said it all.

Greta felt her knees buckle, and she nearly collapsed on the floor. "Nellie, what do you want from me?"

Hands tucked casually in her pockets, Nellie replied, "So after I married Cameron, I got nothing out of it, and also lost a kidney to boot? Do you think I would be okay with this?" "What do you want, then?"

Nellie played with her nails, exuding confidence. "I'm not gonna miss out on anything that's supposed to be mine."

Greta's voice quivered. "Alright, I'll have Cameron make it up to you. How about the villa in Bayshore? Will that suffice?"

Nellie scoffed, "You think a villa in the suburbs is enough to buy me off?"

Greta snapped, "Nellie, you came from nothing. Living in a villa should be more than you ever dreamed of."

Nellie slapped her. "Greta, you ungrateful thing! It's because of me that you're still breathing."

Just then, Patrick walked in, seeing Greta clutching her face, tears streaming down. He exploded with anger, "Nellie, who let you in here? How dare you bully your sister? Where's the housekeeper? Bring me the family whip. I'm gonna teach this rebellious girl a lesson!" The housekeeper swiftly took down the family whip-a nasty, spiky thing and handed it to Patrick.

In a flash, Patrick swung it at Nellie. His moves were so quick that Nellie didn't even have a chance to react.

The whip struck her, tossing her frail body into the air before she crashed back down. Her back burned as if it had been set on fire. It felt like an eternity before Nellie regained consciousness.

With bloodshot eyes, she shouted, "Go ahead, kill me if you dare. If you don't, I'll drag the entire Brown family down with me."

Patrick raised the whip again, but Greta, terrified by Nellie's threat, stepped in. "Dad, you can't hit her."

Patrick was bewildered. "Greta, she's the reason you're being harassed online. Why are you defending her?"

Greta couldn't meet Nellie's gaze.

Nellie slowly got up, her face twisted with a venomous smile, "Why would she stick up for me? She's just scared because I've got dirt on her."

The truth hit Patrick, and he let the whip fall from his hand. He stared at Nellie, his face pale. "What do you have on your sister?"

Nellie replied, "You always wanted to be the father-in-law of Cameron, right? But thanks to what you did today, that dream is over." Then, Nellie struggled to leave.

"I'm not getting a divorce. Your daughter will always be the other woman, and your grandkid will forever be labeled a bastard."

Patrick panicked, "Nellie, you can't do this to your sister."

Nellie turned back, "If you want me to divorce, transfer all your assets to me, no strings attached. I'll consider it a gesture of your so-called fatherly love, and agree to the divorce."