Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Chapter 267

As Cameron let out a sigh of relief, a wave of shame washed over him. He couldn't help but think, 'If Nathalie were in my shoes, she'd handle this mess with way more grace than I ever could.'

him, sobbing her heart out.

Barely managing to stand, Cameron dragged himself out. Kristina and Griffin were waiting for him outside. As soon as Griffin saw Cameron's bedraggled and worn-out look, his eyes turned cold and dismissive. Kristina, however, rushed over and threw her arms around "What on earth happened? How did you end up in this situation?" Kristina demanded, pounding her fists lightly on his chest.

Cameron gently pushed her away and shakily approached Griffin. "Dad, I'm innocent," he pleaded.

Griffin's response was curt and indifferent. "Well, at least you're out now. From here on, keep your head low and avoid making enemies of the wrong people."

Keep your head low? That was a bitter pill for Cameron to swallow, given his pride.

He turned away, refusing to meet Griffin's gaze. With a weary glance, Griffin said, "Your mom and I have split. The assets are sorted. You're an adult now, so it is time to stand on your own feet. Stop coming to us every time something goes wrong." Cameron stared at his mother, stunned, while the despair in Kristina's eyes cut deep into his heart.

"Why?" Cameron asked, his voice thick with anguish.

Greta came into your life, you've been acting completely irrational, like you're possessed. Even ancient kings made better decisions! A foolish king might lose a kingdom, but I can't let Dawson International crumble under your

Cameron was left speechless.

Kristina and Cameron standing there, unsure

and walked away,

dejected figure retreat, her sobs growing louder. Her cries echoed in Cameron's ears, tearing at his heart.

the time Cameron made it home, night had fallen. Greta had prepared a sumptuous dinner to welcome him back. However, the sight of

ghost.

"Cameron, you're finally back! You

and even

You

Thank goodness you're out

all my

hardened heart began to soften. He reached out, gently stroking Greta's thin, weary back. "You've been through

him out of

a blooming