Reborn From Oblivion

Cameron was utterly baffled. The Nellie he used to know was always so dependent on him, waiting for him to decide her every meal. Now, it seemed, she'd learned to fend for herself.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

In her hospital room, despite her hunger, the sight of the delicious food just delivered left Nellie feeling queasy. She gently placed her hand on her stomach, aware that her digestive system had always been in perfect health and was never bothered by nausea or sickness from a cold. She thought back to three months ago, the night Cameron had begged her to donate a kidney to Greta. In a moment of weakness, she had asked to spend a night with him. Now, she suspected she might be carrying a new life inside her. Nellie's lips formed a weak smile. This was possibly the worst timing.

When Cameron walked in, Nellie was gazing out the window, looking pale as a sheet. Her voice, however, was strong and unwavering. "Cameron, could you get me some mifepristone pills?"

Cameron was taken aback. The timid girl who once trod so lightly around him was now giving him instructions.

Without revealing much, he asked, "What are those for?"

"I'm having terrible cramps," Nellie replied, turning to face him. "Please."

Cameron noticed her hand resting on her belly, and almost automatically, he nodded. "Sure."

As he left, Nellie's clear eyes clouded over with a shadow of sorrow.

Outside, Cameron called his assistant, "Could you bring some mifepristone pills to the hospital?"

Before long, Nellie received a whole bottle of pills from the assistant.

That evening, the hospital corridors were eerily quiet. Cameron was in Greta's room, soothing her fragile emotions. "Greta, your life was hard-won. You need to cherish it and promise me you'll have no more thoughts of harm."

Greta clung to his hand, her face still pale, but the love and care surrounding her made her glow with happiness. "Cameron, you know how much you mean to me... Without you, life would be unbearable. So you can't leave me..." "Alright, I'll be here with you. You just focus on getting better."

Meanwhile, Nellie lay curled up on her bed, staring at the stark white ceiling, feeling a painful emptiness inside her. Tears welled up in her eyes like the clearest crystals.

When blood stained the sheets, she closed her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks. Tears of relief. She and Cameron were finally untangled.

The next morning, Matt arrived with her luggage, passport, and bank card. "Ma'am, Mr. Dawson booked a ticket for you. The flight's at 7 a.m. today."

Nellie was too weak to speak much, but she managed to ask, "Is he not coming to see me off?"

"He was concerned about your sister after she had an emotional night," Matt said, avoiding Nellie's gaze.

Nellie wasn't surprised, as if she had expected this all along. "I see."

Matt handed her the bank card. "This is for your expenses. Mr. Dawson will come to fetch you in three months. Also, he arranged for a couple to look after you there; you can reach out to them once you arrive..."

Nellie didn't take the card. Struggling, she got up and, to Matt's surprise, dressed in the old clothes she had come with when joining the Dawson family four years ago. Then she handed back the suitcase and the new clothes Cameron had bought her.