The setting sun sshed its golden light over the dark te tiles of Dawson Estate, casting deep, mottled shadows across the ground. A gentle breeze swept through, scattering the shadows like leaves in the wind.


    Nathalie nced back, her eyes lingering on the mansion that had once seemed like a grand pce to her. The echoes ofughter and joy from her early days there seemed to still dance in her ears.


    "Cameron, don''t worry. I won''t let you take care of me for nothing. I''m a hard worker. I can cook, clean, and even do yourundry."


    "Cameron, are you really going to send me to school? That''s so generous of you. Even my mom didn''t think it was worth it for a girl to get an education."


    "Cameron, you''ve been so good to me. I''ll repay you someday."


    But like a Cindere without wings, her rise was destined for a fall.


    Cameron''s patience began to fade after she donated a kidney.


    He constantly reminded her, "Nellie, you gave Greta a kidney, and I gave you a warm home."


    "I''m sorry, but Greta isn''t as strong as you. She''s fragile and needs me more than you do, so I have to be there for her."


    "Nellie, you keep making me choose between you and Greta. But you should know, if you hadn''te between us, Greta and I would''ve been the perfect couple."


    Nathalie closed her eyes, trying not to dwell on the past.


    She eventually strayed from her moralpass.


    Her rtionship with Cameron, which seemed like a selfless act of gratitude, was tangled with too many personal desires. That''s why they eventually became enemies.


    "Cameron, don''t me me. You pushed me to this."


    On her way back, Nathalie got a call from Benjamin.


    Seeing the familiar number, she couldn''t help but smirk. Lately, businessmen in the city avoided her like the gue, secretly dubbing her a femme fatale-dangerous and ruthless. Yet, Benjamin dared to reach out?


    She answered the call, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Mr. Rond, what do you want?"


    A jumble of noise came from Benjamin''s end, his words muddled. "Nathalie, Cameron''s drunk. He''s been calling your name. You shoulde see him."


    Nathalie cleaned her ear, thinking she misheard.


    "Say that again."


    Benjamin raised his voice, "Cameron wants you to pick him up."


    "Is he running a fever?"


    Benjamin: "..."


    Benjamin actually checked Cameron''s forehead, then earnestly replied, "No, he''s not."


    Nathalie said, "If he''s not sick, why is he calling me? What, is he itching for a fight? Does he want me to beat him up again?"


    Benjamin, trying to reason with Nathalie, said, "Nathalie, you''ve wrecked Cameron''s life and brought down hispany. That''s a lot of damage. But Cameron, out of old affection, feels guilty towards you and can''t bring himself to me you. But as a friend, I think you''ve crossed a line."


    "Nathalie, you and Cameron have hurt each other deeply; maybe it''s time to call it even. Since Cameron forgave you, why not let bygones be bygones? You could still be friends."


    "Cameron''s drunk and in pain. The


    fact that he''s calling your name and not Greta''s should tell you


    something about your ce in his heart Nathalie, could it be that Cameron loves you? Is there a chance for you two to reconcile?" Cóntent