Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Chapter 433

Griffin's eyes blazed with anger as he confronted Cameron, "Cameron, even if the Dawson family crumbles, it's like monkeys scattering after a tree falls. Do you really think you can just sit back and protect yourself?" Just then, a waiter approached and placed a bottle of whiskey in front of Cameron. He shot a fierce glare at Griffin while yanking the bottle open.

With the cap removed, Cameron threw his head back and chugged down half the bottle, the fiery alcohol burning his throat and bringing tears to his eyes.

After gulping it down, he sneered at Griffin, "Do you think I've been living the high life lately? Dad, thanks to you, I've been stuck in this mess. Right now, my life feels worse than death. Could it possibly get any worse?"

"But hey, dragging you down with me, making you taste this life of disrespect, poverty, and struggle there's a bit of satisfaction in that. I bet my mom would be thrilled to see this."

Griffin's eyes flared red with fury. "You and your mother are both insufferable."

Maybe it was the booze talking, but when Griffin insulted his mother, Cameron snapped. He shoved Griffin aside, shouting, "Who do you think you are? You rode on his wife's coattails to climb the social ladder, living it up on the wealth I brought, only to ditch us like we're nothing. You thought you'd live in luxury forever because of what my mom and I gave you, but you never expected to hit rock bottom so fast. While you were marrying my mom and having kids, sneaking around with your mistress, did you ever think about what would happen when your secret life came crashing down?"

him sober. He struggled to his feet, rage boiling over, and started swinging at Cameron, "You ungrateful brat! How dare

back hard, "Karma? With a dad

in my veins, I've already faced it. Cheating, ditching your wife for a side piece... Ha, isn't my life just a replay of

ugly and, given their high profiles, onlookers in the bar started filming

Griffin snapped back to reality. Scowling, he stumbled

unfazed by the

sat back

vel:

to drown his sorrows. Drink

was closing, Cameron was

closing up.

staggered to his feet, "I can manage." But he barely took a few