Reborn From Oblivion (Nellie and Cameron) novel Chapter 957

Greta felt like Cameron had ripped her heart straight out of her chest. She couldn’t breathe—she just collapsed on the floor, gasping for air.

“Cameron, I’m sick. Take me to the hospital,” she rasped, her face flushing a scary shade of purple.

Cameron looked down at her, not a hint of the panic or tenderness he used to show. His eyes were cold, like he was staring at a stranger.

He let out an impatient sigh, pulled out his phone, and dialed 911.

“I called you an ambulance. That’s all I can do for you now.”

With that, Cameron turned and walked away.

Greta lay there, eyes red and stinging, watching his back as he left.

“Cameron, what if… even if Nellie gets her memory back, she still doesn’t want to come back to you? After everything you’ve done to hurt her…”

“She will,” Cameron said, his jaw clenched. “If she learns that everything I did was because I was manipulated, she’ll forgive me.”

“Your little schemes aren’t going to work,” he added through gritted teeth.

Meanwhile—

Nellie brought Almos back to the Stewart estate.

In the living room, Lincoln was pestering Morris for a chess game. As soon as Almos walked in, Morris flinched so hard that all the chess pieces scattered across the board.

Lincoln immediately picked up on it. “Nathan, what’s up with you?”

Nathalie walked over, her gaze drifting from the chessboard to Morris, eyes deep and impossible to read.

What on earth is Morris so afraid of?

“Who is that?” Morris asked, his voice shaking.

Nathalie replied, “That’s Almos—the hypnotist.”

Lincoln frowned. “Why’d you bring him here?”

“He took some of my memories before,” Nathalie said evenly. “Today, I want him to hypnotize me again. I want my memories back.”

Lincoln snorted. “And you actually buy into that mumbo-jumbo?”

Nathalie just smiled, choosing not to answer.

Nathalie just stared at him, stunned.

Confused, she made her way upstairs.

Almos followed, but as he passed Morris, the two locked eyes. Tension crackled in the air—a silent standoff.

“We meet again,” Almos said.

Morris shot him a cold look. “Get lost.”

Almos’s face darkened, but he walked away without another word.

Nathalie stopped on the stairs and called to Lizzy. “I’m about to have a hypnosis session, Lizzy. Keep an eye on the door for me.”

“Sure thing, sis,” Lizzy said.

And just then, guests from the Sharp family arrived.

Jules pulled up in a flashy sports car, and behind him was a whole convoy of sedans. Each one, besides the driver, was packed with gleaming, extravagant gifts.