Reborn From Oblivion

Cameron paused for a moment, then finally nodded in agreement.

When he showed up at Greta's place to break the news that the child had to return to her birth mother, he wasn't prepared for Greta's heart-wrenching reaction.

She watched him with teary eyes and said, "Cameron, I've been looking after her for so long, and I've really grown fond of her. How can you just take her away from me like this? I can't imagine letting her go." "What am I supposed to do? I can't bear to part with her," she lamented.

Cameron's face tightened with confusion. Why did women have such a natural, fierce attachment to children? And why, as her biological father, did he feel like the child was just... optional?

As he glanced at the baby in the cradle, he was taken aback. This child, once so plain, had turned into something special. Her big, round eyes were so much like Nellie's. A warm feeling crept into his steely heart. He approached, gently picking her up, and thought to himself, 'Is this truly my daughter?'

'This is my own flesh and blood.'

In that moment, a father's love had sparked in him.

Seeing Cameron's affectionate expression, Greta felt a pit form in her stomach. She knew it-Cameron was smitten by the child. She couldn't let Nellie take her away.

"How about I come over and work as a nanny?" Greta suggested.

Cameron looked at her, pondering the idea.

Greta continued, "This way, Nellie can still see the child, and I can make sure she's well cared for. It'll give you peace of mind."

Cameron nodded. "That might be for the best."

So, Cameron brought his daughter home with an unexpected tag-along-Greta.

Nellie's eyes hardened when she saw Greta. "Why is she here?"

Before Cameron could explain, Greta warmly took Nellie's hand and said, "You're new to this whole mom thing can help you adjust. Once you're up to speed with taking care of her, I'll step back."

Nellie shot her a skeptical look. "Have you had kids before?"

Greta blushed and stammered, "Nel, I'm your sister. How could you question my honor like that?"

Nellie retorted, "If you haven't had kids, where do you get off claiming you're experienced?"

Tears welled up in Greta's eyes. "Cameron, look at how she's treating me..."

Cameron fumed, "Nellie, how can you be so ungrateful? And watch your mouth. We can't have this kind of negativity around our child." Nellie took the baby from Cameron's arms and headed upstairs. She was done with their nonsense.

In frustration, Cameron kicked over a chair.

That night, while Nellie was upstairs soothing the baby, Cameron and Greta were downstairs, having a quiet drink and chatting.

Nellie understood Greta's motive clearly. Her visit wasn't just about the child but about getting closer to Cameron.

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Nellie wasn't interested in vying for Cameron's attention anyway. A loveless marriage was just a prison. She was focused on using the Dawson family's resources to give her daughter the best upbringing.

The plan was simple: once her daughter no longer needed the Dawson family, Nellie would leave.

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She stuck it out with the Dawsons for three more years. By the third birthday, her daughter had blossomed into a lively little sprite.

She wasn't just beautiful; she had a

charm about her. At her birthday party, she played the violin so well

that it left everyone speechless.