Reborn From Oblivion
Chapter 266

Cameron's eyes widened in shock, completely floored by what he'd just heard. Nathalie was like a specter, forever shadowing him. Why couldn't she just let go? Why wasn't it enough for her after everything she'd put him through?

The guy standing next to him continued, "You know, your ex-wife is something else. When she was younger, she begged on a bridge but refused to eat food thrown on the ground or pick up change. She went hungry for two days until someone finally gave her a proper meal. She bet you couldn't handle two days of that. I thought she was underestimating you, but it turns out she was spot on. You couldn't even make it a full day before picking up the piece of bread off the ground. Looks like she won." Cameron's face twisted as if he'd tasted something awful. It was beyond words.

Patting him on the shoulder, the guy added with a smirk, "You are just just sad."

Cameron's expression darkened even more. He spit out the bread that was stuck in his mouth, suddenly replaceing it completely tasteless.

The guy stood up and said, "By the way, that bread had my urine on it."

A wave of nausea hit Cameron, and he started vomiting, desperate to get every last bit of that bread out of his system. His face turned all sorts of colors, and his neck swelled as he heaved, looking utterly defeated.

The guy just laughed. "Your ex says you were born with a silver spoon and never had to face the real world. You always thought you were above everyone. She wanted me to give you a reality check." Laughter erupted all around them.

"Rich kids just got lucky with birth. They're just a bunch of softies, really."

"What's he got besides a pretty face? Nothing but hot air."

As the taunts faded, Cameron found himself crumpled on the ground, feeling utterly beaten. A single tear slipped down his cheek. He touched it, surprised to replace his fingertips wet. He was stunned that he'd been reduced to tears. The humiliation he faced today was enough to break even his strongest defenses.

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Cameron started to grasp what Nathalie was trying to prove with this whole setup. He had mocked her once sneering at her for her slum upbringing, for begging. Only now did he realize how those offhand jabs could cut so deep.

Finally ready to face the reality of his past with Nathalie, Cameron realized he had always seen himself as superior and more refined. Now, he saw that his so-called refinement was nothing more than an illusion crafted by his privileged background. Without his family's safety net, he wasn't even as resilient as Nathalie.

Not even close.

As the night drew on, rain began to fall. Cold and hungry, Cameron stared out through the bars, feeling utterly hopeless. He didn't sleep a wink.

"Nathalie, why do you despise me so much?" he wondered aloud. "How far does your anger need to go before you're satisfied?"

The defiance and stubbornness in his eyes finally gave way to a deep confusion. He was itching to get back home, to dig into Timeless Cycle and replace some answers.

"Cameron." A voice broke through his thoughts. An officer stood at the door. "Your family posted bail. You're free to go."

Cameron let out a heavy sigh of relief.