Reborn From Oblivion (Nellie and Cameron) novel Chapter 980

Stewart Estate.

The hospital finally sent over Morris’s test results. When Nathalie read them, her heart sank. Morris wasn’t just aging too fast—he had nerve paralysis in both legs, muscle wasting all over, and several organs starting to fail.

There was only one thing on her mind: Morris needed to be locked away in a hospital, somewhere safe, with the best treatment possible. But with a case this serious, which hospital could she trust? What doctor could she count on to actually save him?

Nathalie cleared her schedule, canceled every meeting and event, and handed her work off to Dominick and Ford. Then, she set off across the globe, tracking down the world’s top experts—anyone who might hold the key to reversing Morris’s decline.

Back in the capital, it felt like the city had lost its spark without her. Autumn rain fell day after day, gray and endless, the kind that seeps into your bones and makes everything feel heavier.

Cameron had been crashing at Greta’s apartment for days, strung so tight he was ready to snap. Greta could feel the tension radiating off him. She saw it in the way he stood, silent and brooding at the window, and in the way he treated her—cold, distant, as if she was invisible. It was impossible to ignore the wall between them any longer.

“You’re disappointed, aren’t you?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Cameron didn’t answer.

Greta pressed on. “Nathalie’s hypnosis ended days ago. Almos said it went perfectly—she should remember everything from her past life now. But she still hasn’t come to see you.”

She watched him closely. She caught the sudden tremor in his hand, half-hidden by his sleeve. He was always so unshakeable, so calm no matter what. Now he was coming apart.

There was something dangerous in his voice, something that made Greta’s heart race—not just fear, but something sharp and electric.

She shoved him away, fighting tears. “Why do you even have to ask? I love you. No one loves you more than I do.”

The distance in his eyes hurt worse than anything. “Does my love make you sick?” she whispered.

Cameron’s reply was cold and flat. “Greta, our marriage is finished. Whatever was between us is gone.”

He hesitated, like something was caught in his throat. Then he closed his eyes, and when he spoke again, his voice was barely a whisper. “Don’t come looking for me again.”