Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Chapter 103

Cameron managed to brush off Patrick and Miranda with a few quick words before trudging heavily into the house.

As he walked past Nellie's room, he hesitated for once instead of just ignoring it. Standing at the door, he got lost in his thoughts, trying to unravel why Nellie had turned so cold and unfeeling. But every reason he could think of seemed to fall short. How did she end up like this?

Unable to hold back, Cameron knocked on the door. After waiting for what seemed like ages, there was still no answer. Frustrated, he said, "Nellie, I know you're in there. Open up. I've got something to say."

From inside came Nellie's stiff voice, "I need to rest. Whatever it is, it can wait till tomorrow." Her tone was icy and even a bit annoyed.

Cameron was caught off guard. Back in the day, Nellie would've been thrilled if he reached out to her. But now, even when he swallowed his pride to approach her, she acted like he was the last person she wanted to see. This was just like he used to treat her. Feeling a pang of regret, Cameron softened his voice, "Nellie, your sister's really sick this time. You should be there with your parents to help her through. That's what families do..."

Cameron's face fell, but he pushed on, "I know your folks made mistakes when you were a kid. But it's been so long, and at least in the past few years, your dad and sister have been good to you. Maybe try to be a bit more forgiving."

Nellie's voice cut through like a knife. "Get out."

Nellie stood there, her eyes blazing with anger. "Cameron, I'm no saint. I hold grudges, big time... I'll never forgive them, not in this life, and not in any

vengeful side of Nellie shook him to his core, reminding him of the time he took one of her kidneys. In comparison to Patrick and Miranda, he wasn't much better. Would Nellie hold a grudge against

again, "Nellie,

cold as ice, "Cameron, you're no different from them. You're

Cameron's face twisted with

was in deep distress. Suddenly, Nellie slammed the door with a loud bang, making him jump. With a heavy heart,

sank into the sofa, his mind elsewhere.

phone buzzed, breaking his

a message

ovel

a photo of an old-fashioned pocket watch engraved

the picture, Greta had sent a little