Reborn From Oblivion
Chapter 232

Greta was the one who had the villa's passcode and facial recognition access, giving her the freedom to come and go as she pleased. She had her own private bedroom, complete with a separate walk-in closet and dressing room. The housemaids treated her like she was

the queen bee.

In comparison, Greta seemed more like the real mistress of the house, while Nathalie was just the maid.

Nathalie stared at the furniture that had once testified to her humble beginnings and decided to smash it all to pieces. Priceless artworks, lavish decorations, and ornate murals-nothing was spared. In no time, the villa was turned into a chaotic mess.

Then she headed upstairs to Greta's walk-in closet and Cameron's bedroom, tossing their personal stuff onto the floor and trampling over it. She told Lizzy to gather everything in the garden and set it on fire with gasoline.

While all this was going down, Cameron stood there, his eyes blazing with anger. He hated seeing his cherished possessions destroyed but couldn't bring himself to lower his pride to Nathalie.

He shouted at her, "Nathalie, what did these things ever do to you? Why did you have to wreck them?"

"Because your eyes have stained them, your filthy hands have touched them, and that's why I despise these dirty things," Nathalie snapped, before ripping down a family portrait of Cameron's and hurling it to the ground. The glass shattered, and she stomped on Cameron's face in the photo with her high heels, piercing a hole through it.

Cameron's pride felt utterly shattered, just like the glass, as Nathalie's actions tore it apart. He stammered, "Nathalie, if you hate me, do it to my face. What's the point of taking it out on things? Look at you-you're acting like a madwoman."

Nathalie's eyes were red, her

demeanor wild and fierce. With a grin and fiery red lips, she said, "Cameron, remember the time I was sick with a fever? Your distant

cousin came by, and even though there were plenty of rooms, she insisted on staying in mine. You dragged me out of my room despite my pleas. The humiliation I felt then-I want you to feel it today."

Cameron had long forgotten these events, but Nathalie's words reminded him how deeply insulting his actions had been.

"In the past, you were a beggar. I thought giving you a place to stay would make you grateful..." Cameron said, trying to sound confident.

"I'm not a beggar," Nathalie shot

back. "Sure, was poor, my clothes were tattered, and my meals were sparse, but I earned everything with my own hands. I never lived off anyone's charity. What gives you the right to call me a beggar?"

Nathalie's gaze was icy and piercing. "Cameron, you strut around like a philanthropist but look down on the common folk. You're so hypocritical, and it makes me sick."

Nathalie didn't want to look at him anymore and briskly told Lizzy, "Lizzy, show them out. I need to rest."

Cameron and Greta were stunned. They couldn't believe they were being kicked out of their own home.

Lizzy strutted over, full of swagger and arrogance. "You two better get going. Don't hang around where you're not wanted." Greta was seething, clenching her teeth. "You will regret this."