Reborn From Oblivion

He stumbled, murmuring, "Why would she do this?"

Wasn't that their child? Hadn't she always dreamed of him giving her a home and completing their family with a child? At that moment, he vaguely sensed that something precious was slipping away.

The doctor shook his head with a sigh. "Mrs. Dawson really isn't in a condition suitable for pregnancy right now."

As they walked out of the hospital, Greta glanced at Cameron's gloomy face, feeling uneasy. Trying to lighten his mood, she suggested, "Cameron, don't be upset. I don't think Nellie had an abortion because she stopped loving you. She had just undergone surgery as a donor, and it wasn't safe for her to be pregnant. Maybe she kept it from you because she didn't want you to worry."

Greta's words comforted Cameron somewhat. Yeah, Nellie loved him so much; why would she end her pregnancy for no reason? She must have hidden it from him to keep him from worrying. She always preferred to share the good times and shield him from the bad. Cameron's expression softened, so Greta added, "She wouldn't really leave you. She's just playing hard to get and trying to grab your attention. Girls love using these little tricks to feel cherished."NôvelDrama.Org content.

Greta linked her arm through his and rested her head on his shoulder, painting a picture of peaceful times. "Cameron, could you please spend some time with me while Nellie's away?"

Cameron gently pushed Greta aside. A flicker of worry crossed Greta's eyes. "Cameron, maybe you should just swallow your pride and bring her back?"

Cameron smirked, "She went too far by ending our baby's life. Looks like I've spoiled her too much. She shouldn't expect me to bring her back anytime soon. Only when she realizes her mistake and comes to apologize will I consider forgiving her."

Greta sighed softly. She couldn't feel happy at all. The more Cameron seemed to resent Nellie, the more uneasy she felt. After all, you only show such strong emotions for someone you can't let go of.

Meanwhile, in Milan, Nathan's condition was unpredictable, and Nellie was nearly out of money. She racked her brain, trying to figure out how to break through her current predicament and find a way to earn some cash.

Finally, she had a lightbulb moment. She decided to leverage her knack for fashion design by buying cheap fabrics, making clothes, and selling them at a fair price to earn a profit.

No sooner said than done. With the last few euros in her pocket, Nellie bought some inexpensive fabric and, with determination, rented a sewing machine.

Back home, she eagerly told Nathan, "Nathan, I'm going to become a garment maker."

Nathan replied with a knowing grin, "You should be a world-class fashion designer."

It was like a light went on in Nellie's mind. "You're right. I should be a designer."

She had grown accustomed to being underestimated, always seeing herself as just another face in the crowd. But Nathan never looked down on her. His encouragement and trust warmed her heart. Nathan teased, "You know, I could be your fashion model."

Nellie nearly spit out her tea in laughter.