FakeNovelChapter 768 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, letgive you a little law lesson." "When my daughter was still a minor, you took her in, posing as a philanthropist supporting a scholarship student. She was bright and hardworking, but did you really let her continue her studies?" Cameron's handsface 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 manipulations." He handed Cameron a paper. It read: Severe Depression, Accompanied by Schizophrenia.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe 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 accountable.
He had always been the one pulling the strings, but today, Lincoln had outmaneuvered him, leaving him speechless and seething with anger. "Well played, 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, shamelessly competing 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 sof his anger.
"Greta, your condition looks pretty dire. You'd better hurry and get that kidney transplant, or you might end up in an unmarked grave next year." Every word cut deep.
Greta, overwhelmed, coughed up blood.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Uncle, do you really hatethat 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-betweem 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." truly heal, you're not in a po With that, Lincoln stood up.
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