Cameron ended the call and stared out into the night, the darkness a backdrop to his swirling thoughts. Why did hearing about Greta''s illness hurt so deeply? He knew she was deceitful, not deserving of his unwavering love, yet that love seemed etched into his very soul, an instinct he couldn''t shake.


    At the hospital, Nathalie was parked in her car, watching as Cameron pulled in. A sly grin spread across her face. She rested her perfectly manicured hand on the door handle, her nails glinting under the streetlights. With a graceful motion, she stepped out, her red cocktail dress a fiery testament to her boldness. Nathalie moved like a me dancing in the wind, heading toward the hospital entrance.


    "Nathalie," Cameron called out, catching her by surprise.


    She turned, a slow, knowing smile on her lips, like a hunter eyeing their prey. Cameron was momentarily stunned by her striking appearance. "I''ve never seen you wear something so... captivating," he remarked. Nathalie''s eyes shed with a sarcasm that cut deep. "Cameron, as your wife, I was so broke I could barely afford a decent meal. Dressing up was hardly a priority."


    Cameron''s face fell, and he mumbled an apology.


    Nathalie strode ahead, unfazed. "You have plenty to be sorry for."


    They rode the elevator in silence, only realizing their destination was the same when they reached Greta''s room. "You''re here to see Greta too?" Cameron asked, surprised.


    Nathalie shrugged casually. "She''s my sister, and she''s sick. I''m here to visit her. Got a problem with that?"


    Cameron eyed Nathalie''s elegant outfit, unable to suppress a chuckle. "You seem more interested in the drama than the patient."


    Ignoring hisment, Nathalie


    confidently pushed open the door to Greta''s room. Greta was leaning wearily against her pillows, looking frail and worn. But at the sight of Nathalie and Cameron, she perked up like someone who''d just discovered a hidden treasure.


    "Nathalie, what are you doing here?" Greta demanded, her voice edged with suspicion.


    Nathalie settled gracefully into a chair, her smile bright. "Greta, I''m here to see you, of course."


    Greta''s eyes flicked over Nathalie''s luxurious dress, a twinge of envy tightening her chest. "Dressed like that, anyone would think you''re here for a g and not a hospital visit," Greta retorted,cing her words with venom.


    Nathalie didn''t reply, instead casting a teasing nce at Cameron. He shifted awkwardly, feeling the heat of her gaze. Silence spoke louder than words, leaving Greta simmering with frustration. "Why did youe with her?" Greta''s jealousy red, her tone usatory.


    Cameron sighed, trying to exin. "We just ran into each other downstairs."


    Greta muttered, unconvinced. "What are the odds?"


    Nathalie''s smile widened, saying everything without a word. Of course, it wasn''t a mere coincidence. She''d nned it and waited patiently to cross paths with Cameron. Cameron was irritated by the suspicion, "I''ve told you. It was just a coincidence."Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024.


    Greta didn''t want to push Cameron away, and softened her stance. "Cameron, it''s not that I don''t trust you; it''s her I''m wary of. She probably staged this whole thing just to bump into you here."