Reborn From Oblivion

"Cameron, I need to head home." Greta hung up the phone and immediately set out to find Cameron, hoping he'd drive her back.

Cameron was sprawled out on a deck chair on the balcony, idly scrolling through his phone. "Head back for what? You know how swamped I've been lately, and my mom really needs me right now."

Greta approached him, almost kneeling, resting her head on his lap. She had a knack for sweet-talking and coming across as vulnerable. "Cameron, Nathalie's back home. I need to see if things are okay. I have this gut feeling her return isn't all sunshine and rainbows." Cameron's hand paused over his phone, the coldness in his eyes softening a bit. "If you're that uneasy about it, then we should head back."

Greta planted a light kiss on his cheek. "Thanks, babe."

All Cameron felt was the dampness on his face. He wiped away the mark Greta left, frowning slightly.

Noticing his reaction, Greta felt her face flush and then pale. When had Cameron started finding her affection so off-putting?

She distractedly tossed some clothes into her suitcase and dragged Cameron to the car.

Before long, Greta and Cameron pulled up in front of the Brown family mansion.

Nathalie stood on the second-floor balcony, elegantly sipping her coffee. Her gaze was calm as she watched the front door.

Stepping out of the car, Greta looked up and locked eyes with Nathalie. A wave of panic and insecurity hit Greta while Nathalie just smiled serenely.

"Welcome home, Greta," Nathalie greeted warmly.

Only then did Cameron look toward Nathalie. His expression shifted slightly upon seeing the pajamas she wore. Those pajamas were the only piece of clothing he had bought Nathalie during their marriage, and she used to wear them often.

Cameron's expression cracked like an old painting. Nathalie's return was anything but normal.

Nathalie waved at Cameron with a sweet smile. "Hey there, Cameron."

However, Cameron found it deeply unsettling.

Greta glared at Nathalie, her voice sharp. "Nathalie, what are you playing at?"

Nathalie replied, "Oh, I'm just here to reclaim what's mine."

"There's nothing here that belongs to you. I'm Dad's only daughter," Greta snapped.

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Nathalie placed a finger over her motioning for Greta to hush. Her demeanor was all grace and class. "Greta, think about it-is there really nothing here that's mine?" Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

"Of course not..." Greta retorted before catching herself.

Cameron, however, was growing paler by the second. He told Greta, "She's probably talking about the kidney inside you."

Greta gasped, a chill running through her.

If Nathalie was here to reclaim her kidney...

A cold sweat broke out on Greta's brow.

Nathalie's laughter was wild and unconstrained.

"She won't be staying long," Greta reassured herself quietly. There was no way Greta could give the kidney back to Nathalie. With nervous anticipation, Greta and Cameron entered the house.

Greta started by putting her suitcase

in the bedroom, only to find all belongings missing. Nathalie's personal items had taken over her room.

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Fuming, Greta shouted, "Nathalie, get your stuff out of here!"

Nathalie leaned against the

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doorframe, amused. "Oh, sorry, Greta, 've got a lot of stuff. I was just borrowing your space for a bit."