Cameron had been navigating the business world for years, and he wasn''t about


    to be intimidated by a few threats. With a steely look, he said, "Mr. Lincoln, moral judgment doesn''t always line up with legal judgment."


    Mr. Lincoln knew he wasn''t up against an easy opponent, so he settled into the chair by the hospital bed, ready for a verbal sparring match with Cameron.


    "Cameron, let me give you a littlew lesson."


    "When my daughter was still a minor, you took her in, posing as a phnthropist supporting a schrship student. She was bright and hardworking, but did you really let her continue her studies?"


    Cameron''s handsome face showed a flicker of anxiety.


    "No, you didn''t. So, I''m justified in suspecting you had ulterior motives in luring a young girl."


    Lincoln pressed on, "The moment my daughter hit eighteen, you rushed her into donating a kidney. To mask your wicked intentions, you pretended to marry her to hush the rumors. But we both know Greta''s the one you love. The kidney went to her, and so did the money. That''s why you pushed my daughter to have an abortion."


    "I didn''t... she miscarried on her own."


    Lincoln looked at him with disdain, "The fact is, she had an abortion. And the reason? That''s for my daughter to decide, not you."


    "My daughter had a mental breakdown because of your maniptions." He handed Cameron a paper. It read: Severe Depression, Apanied by Schizophrenia.


    The diagnosis was from a few months back.


    Cameron finally grasped Lincoln''s intent. Nathalie''s mental illness, triggered by


    him, meant that if she retaliated, she wouldn''t be held ountable.


    He had always been the one pulling the strings, but today, Lincoln had outmaneuvered him, leaving him speechless and seething with anger. "Well yed, Mr. Lincoln."


    Seeing Cameron''s frustration only deepened Lincoln''s sense of sorrow. "Cameron, the pain you''ve inflicted on my daughter, I''ll make sure you feel it in return. I suggest you drop your charges, or you''ll be the one sinking into the muck, not my daughter."


    At the door, Greta, who had just brought back breakfast for Cameron, stood frozen, hearing Lincoln''s protective and fiery words, her drink slipping from her grasp.


    Once, she had hoped Lincoln would favor her, shamelesslypeting with Nathalie for his attention. Now, she realized how foolish she had been.


    Lincoln turned to see Greta, his expression darkening further.


    Yet, seeing Greta''s swollen, ashen face eased some of his anger.


    "Greta, your condition looks pretty dire. You''d better hurry and get that kidney


    transnt, or you might end up in an unmarked grave next year."


    Every word cut deep.


    Greta, overwhelmed, coughed up blood.


    "Uncle, do you really hate me that much?"


    "Shouldn''t I?" Lincoln thought her audacity was incredible, so unlike his daughter Vivian, who was all heart and kindness.


    Greta was left speechless.


    Cameron, taking stock of the situation, saw the reality-between him and Nathalie, with all the past wrongs, both moral and legal, he owed her a great debt.


    Finally, he bowed his head, "Don''t worry, Mr. Lincoln, I won''t pursue this. Consider it a small step towards making things right."


    Lincoln replied coolly, "Making things right? Is that what you call it? Cameron, until my daughter


    talk about making things right."


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    With that, Lincoln stood up.