Reborn From Oblivion

Cameron reached out to Nellie. "Come home with me."

The scene felt eerily similar to their first meeting four years ago. Back then, Nellie had been cast out by her mother. Wounded and vulnerable, she drifted to this very spot. Cameron had arrived like a beacon in the night, offering warmth and safety to the lost Nellie. She'sContentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

drawn to his gentle, kind face, and followed him without a second thought.

"Why me?" Nellie had asked. She was young but wise enough to know nothing comes without strings attached.

Cameron, looking burdened, eventually replied in a low voice, "It just has to be you."

Little did she know, he had gone to great lengths to find her and weaved his way into her life. Naively, she believed he was just a generous soul, like those who helped other struggling kids. She trusted him so easily.

"Thank you for offering me a home," Nellie said. "I'm a hard worker. I can cook, clean, do the laundry... whatever you need."

Cameron gave her a soft look. "I'm not in need of a housekeeper."

"Then how can I repay you?"

"Do you truly want to repay me?"

"Yes, as they say, a small kindness should be returned in full."

Cameron smiled knowingly.

...

Cameron watched Nellie curled up like a lost kitten. After four years together, he understood why she had returned to Rainbow Bridge, the very place they first met.

Nellie had asked Almos to bring her back here, seeking to return to the moment before their paths crossed.

Cameron's smile was tinged with sadness. "Do you regret meeting me?"

Nellie remained silent.

Her wounds had reopened after a frantic chase, and her chiffon dress was stained with blood. She fought to suppress the pain.

Cameron reached out to touch her head, but she turned slightly, avoiding his touch.

He sighed softly, almost to himself. "Nellie, I promise I'll make it up to you someday."

Just then, his phone rang. Patrick's voice was urgent. "Cameron, get here quick. Greta's in bad condition after hearing about Nellie disappearing. The doctor says her health is deteriorating. You need to calm her down; she always listens to you." Hanging up, Cameron's face showed his worry for Greta. "Nellie, your sister just had surgery. She can't handle this stress. I need to be at the hospital, so please, go home with my assistant."

He stood and instructed Matt, "Take her home."

He didn't notice Nellie's limp and pale figure a clear sign something was very wrong.

Cameron drove off in his sleek car. In less than thirty minutes, he arrived at the hospital, heading straight to Greta's room.

"Cameron, does Nellie hate me for taking her kidney? Is that why she ran away?" Greta sobbed, clinging to Cameron.

He gently patted her back, choosing his words carefully. "Greta, don't blame yourself. Nellie wanted to help. You've got nothing to feel guilty about."

"Does she also resent you for marrying her but loving me?"

A flicker of irritation passed over Cameron, but he replied, "She's always been easy to please. Being my wife in name is enough for her; she won't dwell on what she's lost."