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.

Ever since 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 watch. I've

Cameron was left speechless.

Kristina and Cameron

Cameron turned and walked away, his steps heavy

watched his dejected figure retreat, her sobs growing louder. Her cries echoed in

night had fallen. Greta had prepared a sumptuous dinner to welcome him back. However, the sight

ghost.

hesitate. She rushed to him and hugged him tightly. "Cameron, you're finally back!

and even Nathalie

You

Thank goodness you're out

all my efforts paid

soften. He reached out, gently stroking Greta's thin, weary

him out of his coat,

like a blooming