Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Chapter 482

Greta felt a wave of sadness wash over her as she thought about everything that had happened. She couldn't figure out how she had turned such a promising situation into such a mess.

The car came to a halt at the care home where Patrick and Miranda stayed. Cameron parked but didn't make any move to get out. He just stared at the facility, one of the top places in the Capital. "This place looks fancy," he commented, with a hint of something deeper in his voice.

Greta spoke up, her pride evident. "I spent ages picking this place for my parents. The environment is amazing, and all the caregivers are certified pros. Since my folks moved here, they've been so much happier." Cameron looked at her without emotion. "How much does this cost each month?"

Greta's pride slipped away, her smile turning awkward. "Cameron, it's not just about money. You know my dad's health isn't great. The doctor wasn't hopeful, so I decided to bring him here. I just want him to be comfortable in his last days. It's pricey, sure, but it's worth it— around six figures a month."

Cameron pressed on, "Where's the money coming from?"

was getting on Greta's nerves. "You know I don't have a job. I use the credit

of your parents is important, but I want you to be independent. The money I give you is for

feeling embarrassed by his scrutiny. But she understood it was

I'm not in great health..." she tried her

time. "Greta, you're my wife. You enjoy the benefits I provide, but you also share my burdens. You know Dawson International's finance are tight.

"So, what do you want me to do? Are you saying I should move my dad

he didn't want to spend money on Patrick, so she asked a more pressing question. "If we move him out, who's going to take care of him?" Cameron looked at her, surprised. "He's your dad. Aren't you going to take care

back to her parents' place to care for her dad. She forced herself to say, "I... of course, I'll look

Feeling heavy-hearted, Greta made

In the short time apart, he had become so frail. When Miranda saw Greta, tears welled up in her eyes. Her mobility had worsened,