Reborn From Oblivion
Chapter 237

Cameron finally seemed to get why Nathalie held such a grudge against him.

Maybe it was the long hours without food, but his stomach started acting up again, sending waves of dull pain through him. He leaned against the wall and, with some effort, pushed himself upright. Slowly, he made his way to the kitchen, opened the fridge, and found it completely bare. Frustrated, he slammed the door shut.

"Cameron, you know your stomach is delicate. You need to eat regularly. I've stocked the fridge with ingredients that are easy on your stomach. I know you're swamped with work and might not have time to shop, so just let me know when it needs refilling," Nathalie's caring voice echoed in his mind.

He remembered how back when Nathalie was around, she took care of every little detail for him, and somehow, his stomach issues had eased.

But after Nathalie left the Capital, no one else fussed over him like that. He and Greta threw caution to the wind, indulging in whatever they fancied for a while, which only brought his stomach problems back.

Lately, he'd been running on empty, both physically and mentally, with his bad moods and poor eating habits leading to the worst stomach flare-up he'd ever experienced.

It wasn't long before the pain left him pale and doubled over. All he could do was squat on the floor and dial 911.

As he waited on the cold floor for the ambulance, his usual tough-guy attitude wavered a bit. He should've listened to Nathalie about eating right and sleeping well. Health really is wealth.

Time dragged on until the ambulance finally showed up. The paramedics rushed him into the vehicle.

He overheard them talking about him. "What a shame. Mr. Cameron used to be so full of life, and now he's living in this tiny place. He's sick, and no one even knows. Life sure can flip on you."

"It's karma. He was unfaithful. You don't know how good his ex-wife was to him. When he was in the hospital with stomach issues, she took care of everything and even made a detailed diet plan for when he had to eat meals and snacks and what nutrients she had to include at breakfast, lunch, and dinner... She did more than the hospital's nutritionists. And after all that, he cheated on her and was heartless during the divorce, leaving her with nothing."

A voice dripping with resentment chimed in, "They say a man who wrongs his wife loses all his fortune;

someone like him is bound to end up alone and miserable."

"He's getting what he deserves."

Cameron had never felt such humiliation. His fingers clenched into fists, nails digging into his palms.

Thankfully, the ride was short, and soon he was at the hospital.

They put him in a regular ward with an IV drip. The cool liquid began to soothe his pain.

"Where's your family?" the doctor asked, going through the motions.

"I can handle everything myself," Cameron replied, not wanting more folks to witness his sorry state.

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Cameron was silent. After thinking it over, he finally called Kristina.

Kristina rushed to the hospital as soon as she heard her son was admitted. Seeing him so thin and worn, her heart broke. She sat down next to him, tears welling up before she even spoke.

"How did you let yourself get like this?" she asked, her voice full of worry.