Reborn From Oblivion
Chapter 150

Cameron nodded, his heart heavy with sorrow.

Greta's body fell to the ground like leaves swept away by a gust of autumn wind, a single careless moment sending her crashing down.

"Greta," Cameron called out, his voice brimming with urgency and concern. He scooped up the unconscious Greta and rushed her to the hospital's emergency room in the dead of night.

In the long, silent hallway stood a figure, elegant and poised, lazily leaning against the wall with a smirk that danced between mockery and playfulness, watching Cameron pace outside the ER like a cat on a hot tin roof. Seeing her, Cameron felt like he'd been struck by lightning. It had only been a few days, but the sight of her now stirred an indescribable feeling in his chest.

Because of her, his world had been flipped upside down. Once a revered man, he was now a pariah, shunned by all.

He and Greta had weathered their storms and were supposed to lead a peaceful life, raising a family like everyone else. But because of her, his love story was crushed, and even his mother's love story withered. He took a step towards Nellie, his eyes a deep, unfathomable shade of dark.

Nellie glanced at the surveillance camera above, her smile widening.

"Nellie... What are you doing here?" He should have unleashed all his grief and anger at her. But instead, what came out was a soft greeting. Maybe he felt a twinge of guilt towards her, too.

Nellie replied casually, "Oh, I'm just here to watch the drama unfold."

Cameron squinted, confused.

Just then, the ER doors swung open, and a doctor approached. "Is the family of the patient here?"

Without a moment's hesitation, Cameron rushed over, anxiously asking, "Doctor, how is she?"

The doctor said, "The lady is stable, but the baby... the heartbeat has stopped."

There was a pause as the doctor delivered the heartbreaking news, "You need to prepare yourself. It's highly likely she may not be able to conceive again."

Cameron stood frozen. The doctor gave him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder before quietly walking away.

Cameron let out a grief-stricken cry, collapsing to the ground, his strong frame crumbling like clay.

Footsteps approached, and a pair of white high heels stopped in front of him. He lifted his tear-streaked eyes to meet Nellie's gaze. He suddenly remembered how, whenever he was down, Nellie would always replace a way to cheer him up.

Nellie squatted down, a smile playing on her lips, "Does it hurt, Cameron?"

His face was ashen. How could it not hurt?

"Good. It should hurt. Cameron, life has a funny way of balancing things out. My child died, so fate took Greta's child, too." Cameron glared at Nellie, "You're here to kick me while I'm down, aren't you?"

Nellie nodded, "Cameron, both your children were lost before birth. Have you ever thought that this is life's

Pont for you? That you're destined to be alone?" Core

Cameron's hands trembled violently. "Nellie, this is all your doing. Do you have any idea you've robbed your sister of ever becoming a mother again f anything happens to Greta because of this, I won't let you get away with it."

Nellie's laugh was scornful, echoing in the silence.