Reborn From Oblivion
Chapter 274

Nathalie wondered if Patrick would ever regret all he'd done for his little princess when he realized she didn't appreciate him at all. Nathalie couldn't help but give herself kudos. "My mom raised me, and it's only right that I take care of her now that she's older." Greta looked like she was caught between a rock and a hard place; clearly, she wasn't keen on losing Miranda as her unpaid helper. But in order to show Cameron the depth of her love, she had to give in.

"Alright, I'll agree to it. Just don't go digging into Cameron's mistakes anymore, and you can take Mom with you." Greta let go of Miranda like she was a toy, without a hint of remorse.

Miranda's face, etched with wrinkles and sorrow, pleaded with Nathalie, whose eyes were as cold as ice. She couldn't believe Nathalie would truly care for her. She then looked helplessly at Greta, but Greta refused to acknowledge her. She was like a pet whom Greta held complete control over.

Miranda hung her head, tears spilling over. In the end, Nathalie wheeled Miranda away.

The officer left. The drama had finally wrapped up, but things in the hospital were far from over.

Soon after Miranda left, Patrick lost control of his bodily functions. The room quickly filled with a horrible stench.

The doctor managed to get hold of Greta and laid into her. "Miss Greta, you know your father's condition. He's mentally shattered and can't care for himself. He needs someone with him. How could you leave him alone? He's had repeated incidents of incontinence and hasn't been cared for. You need to come clean up this mess now."

Greta and Cameron rushed to the scene. The sight of the mess on the bed nearly made them both gag. They exchanged looks of sheer disgust.

Greta was hoping Cameron would step up to help with Patrick, but Cameron, who'd been pampered all his life, wasn't about to lower himself to take care of someone else.

Their eyes met, and they both saw each other's refusal reflected back.

Patrick, clueless as ever, ranted, "Greta, where's your mom? What's happened to her? Why didn't she come to look after me last night?"

Greta told him, "Nathalie took Mom away."

Patrick was floored. "She's gone... really?"

Patrick's bravado crumbled in an instant. His wrinkled face twisted in frustration, and he finally had to swallow his pride and beg Greta. "Greta, I'm really uncomfortable. Please help me clean up."

Greta felt a wave of shame and awkwardness wash over her. “What are you saying? We have

boundaries, and I'm not doing that,” Greta snapped back at Patrick.

Patrick felt crushed. "I'm your father. I'm suffering, and you're worried about your pride..."

Greta turned to Cameron, pleading, "Cameron..."

Cameron frowned, and his refusal was unyielding. "I'm not doing it either."

They both stood there, feeling utterly awkward in the middle of the room.

In the end, Cameron had to call in a caregiver, who, seeing their desperation, charged nearly ten times the normal rate before agreeing to help Patrick.

Greta let out a breath of relief, nut when she turned to Cameron, she noticed a cloud of worry darkening his face. Her heart sank again.

The caregiver's fees would run into the thousands every month, and Cameron currently didn't have a job or income. Clearly he couldn't keep this up for long.