"Wheelchair?"


    Cameron''s face paled in an instant, his confusion finally starting to clear up.


    "Cherry, do you remember that guy in the wheelchair we saw on the surveince footagest time?" Benjamin seemed to recall, shivering a bit. "This is crazy. That man keeps visiting Greta, and every time he does, she falls ill. It has to mean her sickness is tied to him. But who the heck is he?"


    Cameron furrowed his brows, totally puzzled. "I don''t really care who he is; what baffles me is why Greta keeps pointing fingers at Nathan for hurting her."


    Benjamin nodded in agreement. "Yeah, how can Greta mix them up?"


    "Do they look exactly alike?" Benjamin''s imagination ran wild. "Or maybe he''s pretending to be Nathan?" Cameron stated with determination, "I have to find this man in the wheelchair."


    "How are you gonna do that?" Benjamin asked.


    As they walked out of the hospital, Cameron said, "Since this ties back to Nathan, we''ll confront him directly."


    It wasn''t until Cameron retrieved a photo from his car a blurry image with a faint silhouette of a person in


    a wheelchair emerging from a dark background-that Benjamin caught on to his n.


    "You''re going to confront Nathan with this picture?"


    Cameron nodded.


    Benjamin asked, "Do you think he''ll fess up?"


    Cameron replied, "I just want to see how he reacts."


    Cameron and Benjamin found themselves at Nathan''s mansion again, lucking out by running into Nina at the gate.


    When the guard tried to turn them away, Nina, with a steely expression, said, "Let them in."


    The guard hesitated, "Miss, the master doesn''t want any visitors..."


    Nina insisted, "They''re my guests. I''ll handle any fallout."


    With no other choice, the guard let Cameron and Benjamin inside.


    As they looked around, the


    mansion''s garden was bursting with sunflowers and all sorts of fruits and veggies. It felt less like a refined garden and more like a charming countryside scene.


    novel


    bet


    Cameron, gazing at the vines, suddenly remembered when Nelke first arrived at Dawson Estate, innocently asking, "Cameron can we nttro here?"


    Cameron''s response...


    After some thought, he recalled. Back then, he was a bit dismissive, even scoffing, "We don''t nt cheap stuff like that at Dawson Estate."


    Nellie stood there, clearly disheartened.


    She pleaded, "Cameron,tro''s lovely and tasty, can''t we just nt a bit?"


    "This is my home," he said, tired of her persistence, asserting his authority, "I decide what gets nted here."


    After that, Nellie never brought it up again.


    Now, seeing the estate teeming with


    Pet


    vibrant fruits and vegetables, all neatly organized by Nathalie, with, melon vines climbing the walls and plots of colorful tomatoes and peppers, it looked like a lively painting.


    Cameron suddenly realized how short-sighted he had been.


    Missing out on this colorful pastoral scene, he had also missed out on the wonderful Nathalie.