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Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Chapter 442
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Nathan felt a sharp pang in his heart. "Mom." His face was etched with pain.

"Mom, today is the anniversary of your passing. I'm here to see you.

"It's been seventeen years since you left me. I'm sorry I haven't visited more.

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"I've had my reasons.

"Mom, you trustedto your best friend and then left this world without a second glance. But you never knew the man who took Dad away was actually your best friend. And you certainly didn't know that she broke her promise and handedover to traffickers... "Mom, I'm telling you the truth today because tomorrow I'm going to confront them once and for all. I hope you won't blme for being too harsh." The rain poured down harder, the wind ripping Nathan's umbrella away and leaving him exposed to the storm's wrath.

He let the umbrella go and knelt, defeated, in front of the tombstone.

When Cameron returned to the Dawson Estate with his wife Greta, he gazed at the once-grand estate, his eyes heavy with nostalgia and sorrow.

He could still picture his childhood, surrounded by family and friends at the estate. But now, those greeting him were either old, frail, or strangers.

Marian stepped up to explain, "Mr. Cameron you must remember these old servants. They've been loyal to the Dawson Estate despite their age. The others are new hires from the market, reliable too." Cameron sighed, realizing the estate now depended on these aging individuals, a symbol of its fading glory. He nodded, his mind shifting to thoughts of his stepmother, the one who drove his mother to despair.

"Where's that woman?" he asked, his voice cold.

"Follow me," Marian replied.

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She led him to the basement of the Dawson Estate. The old storage room had been cleared to make space for a simple bed and wardrobe for Mrs. Dawson.

When Cameron saw his stepmother, her eyes burned with hatred. She glared at him, defiant. "What are you doing here?" "To see your downfall," Cameron said, his tone as cold as ice.

Mrs. Dawson sneered. "Watching my downfall? You don't deserve it. Do you think you're any better? 2Ygu left Nellie, a good woman, for a jealous and Spiteful mistress. You drove your own mother to her grave and made your father cut ties with you. You're the real joke here. What right do you have to laugh at me?"

Fury overtook Cameron as he grabbed Mrs. Dawson by the throat. "It wasn'twho drove my mother to her death. It was you and my father. How dare you twist the truth?" Mrs. Dawson's face reddened as she gasped for air, yet her defiance

didn't waver. She looked at Cameron with disdain. "You're a coward. Your father betrayed your mother, and he's the one who truly wronged her. But since you can't face him, you take your anger out on us, the powerless. I despise you, Cameron."