NovelXXXChapter 719 He sat there, as still as a statue.
At the Dawson Estate, Greta had been running herself into the ground for days on end, and her body finally waved the white flag. That evening, after a long soak in the bath, she wrapped herself in a towel and frantically knocked on Cameron's bedroom door.
"What's up?" Cameron asked, his face giving nothing away.
"Cameron, my foot's swollen," she said, tears welling up in her eyes.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtCameron heard her but just gave a slight frown.
Greta started venting, "I said my foot is swollen! Didn't you hear me?" Cameron shot her a stern look. "What good does yelling atdo? I told you before your health should cfirst. But you're the one who insisted on chasing that sense of achievement at work." Greta sobbed, "What else could I have done? I married you and haven't had a good day since. I'm sick, and you can't even afford my treatment. I have to bust my butt just to pay for my own healthcare!" "So what now?" Cameron asked. "Quit your job and focus on getting better?" Greta hesitated.
Cameron was irritated. "What's there to think about?" Greta explained, "Cameron, you don't get it. Uncle really values me. Compared to Nathalie, he trustsmore. People at work even say Uncle favorsand givesthe big responsibilities. So, you see, if I stick around at Stewart Enterprises, I might just be his pick for successor." Cameron couldn't help but chuckle. "You really believe that?" "I'm not making this up. Uncle never gives Nathalie any important tasks. He'd rather she just hang out at hand enjoy herself. But he trustsenough to letnegotiate with the big clients on his behalf." Cameron was taken aback.
"That's hard to believe." But after a moment of thought, Cameron had a realization.
He burst Greta's bubble. "I think you've got it all wrong. Greta, with everything you and your mom, kave done to Nathalie, I bet Mr. Lincoln knows. And he's not happy" Cameron added, "He knows about you and Nathalie's health issues Letting Nathalie rest is his way of caring for her. Making you work for him is his way of getting back at you." Greta took a step back, her face turning ghostly pale.
"No, Uncle wouldn't do that to me." "If you don't believe me, go ahead and test him." The next morning.
Nathalie was up early, put on her makeup, and bounced downstairs full of energy, like a kid without a care in the world.
But she found Lincoln slumped on the sofa, his head hanging low.
A ring of black stubble had appeared on his pale chin, and his tired eyes were filled with fatigue.
He looked up at Nathalie, his expression full of pity.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Dad, what's going on?" Nathalie asked, kneeling beside Lincoln.
Lincoln reached out and gently stroked Nathalie's head. "Vivian, be honest withHave you been wearing yourself out trying to bring Nathan back?" Nathalie paused, then nodded silently.
Lincoln let out a deep sigh. "I heard about him from Lizzy. I never imagined he was so sensitive. The way he goes out of his way for you s out of even moveda bit. But..." Lincoln hesitated. He worried that his daughter was living in a dream that could shatter, leaving her world in ruins. Yet, he also feared that without that dream, she might lose her will to live.
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