Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Chapter 147

Even though Cameron wasn't the type to browse the internet much, he could tell something was up from the strange looks people were giving him. The respect he used to get from his employees had definitely taken a hit, and those who used to be all over him with

compliments had disappeared like a receding tide.

He was working overtime to try and get rid of the online gossip about him, but just as one rumor died down, another popped up just as quickly. The whole situation was such a mess that even his business partners started to hint they didn't want to renew contracts, afraid they'd get caught in the crossfire. The Dawson family's stock value was also taking a nosedive. Cameron was stressed out beyond belief.

Griffin, who lived and breathed his career, was fuming. He took it out on Kristina.

One morning, in a fit of rage at the breakfast table, Griffin threw a bowl of hot oatmeal at Kristina, shouting, "Look at what your precious son has done! For a woman who's barely hanging on, he's even willing to take his own wife to court."

Kristina was not fully understanding the gravity of it all, and still tried to defend Cameron, "Honey, it's Nellie who's being unreasonable. She wants a divorce and a chunk of Cameron's money... But why should she get his money? She hasn't earned a cent, and Cameron's been supporting her for years, but she's not the least bit grateful..."

was now furious. "Oh, great. Just like you said, you don't work and just shop all

Kristina hard. She was stunned. "Honey, that's not

Cameron, cooked and cleaned for him as a good wife... but Cameron treated her so poorly. And you are causing more trouble than you're worth, so should I not kick you out?" Griffin's anger reached a boiling

sobbing and clinging to Griffin's legs. "Honey, I was wrong. I'll make Cameron cut ties

baby in Greta's belly is Cameron's, isn't it? How do you expect them

"I'll find a way to convince Greta to

snorted dismissively and

Griffin never came back home. Kristina knew he had gone to his other place. She felt her

day, Kristina invited Greta to her private studio,

to Kristina's lounge, she handed over carefully chosen gift. "Kristina, your birthday's just around

her flattering words, Kristina cut her off coldly, "Greta, I asked you here today to tell you to keep your distance from my son, Cameron." She tossed a

turned pale. Trembling, she asked,