Reborn From Oblivion

The maid mentioned, "It's four thousand a month."

Nathalie's eyes lit up at the news.

Later that night, she sneaked into Cameron's study. Taking advantage of a quiet moment, she bravely spoke up, "Cameron, I can help with the cleaning too."NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

Cameron stared at her intently. "Are you trying to earn some money?"

Nathalie shook her head. "No, you don't have to pay me. Just give me some tasks to keep me busy."

She was proud and didn't want to accept Cameron's generosity without giving something back. She wanted to work to show her appreciation.

Cameron assumed she was simply bored and casually replied, "Sure, if you feel like it."

The next morning, Nathalie was up bright and early, full of energy. With a small bucket in one hand and a cloth in the other, she was like a busy little bee. She made the floors gleam.

The cleaning lady complimented her, "You're quite the gem, young lady. You're not afraid of hard or dirty work."

Nathalie blushed, "Don't worry, I hope I'm not taking your job. I just want to find a way to repay Cameron. He's spent so much on my art classes, and I can't pay him back with money, so I offer my labor instead." "You're a good girl."

After some time, the art institute teacher gave feedback to Cameron as her guardian, "Nellie shows real talent in painting. We think she should join the professional group."

Cameron glanced at the wall displaying the fee structure. The professional and amateur groups had vastly different tuition fees, course content, and examination formats.

Whether it was the thought of spending more money or dealing with complications, Cameron promptly declined, "Nellie won't be pursuing a professional art track. She needs to focus on high school and her exams." He then decided to stop Nathalie's art classes without consulting her.

Eager for her next class, Nathalie

was crushed to learn Cameron had pulled the plug on her lessons. She returned to the Dawson household, sat on the stairs, and quietly cried several times. en

She didn't confront Cameron, believing she had no right to demand anything from him. But her spirit to be the diligent little bee faded, and the floors she once kept sparkling began to dull.

Even Cameron, usually oblivious, noticed something was amiss with Nathalie. He asked with rare patience, "You've seemed down lately and aren't keeping up with the

chores. Are you feeling with

Nathalie looked him straight in the eyes, her beautiful gaze masking her hurt feelings, and still shook her head, "No."

She was determined not to cause trouble for anyone.

Cameron's expression soured, "So why aren't you doing the chores? You said you would. Nellie, keeping your word is important; people don't like it when you don't." Nathalie's voice was barely a whisper, "I want to go to school."

Cameron responded without missing a beat, "Oh, you want to go to school? You should've mentioned it sooner. I'll have the butler arrange it for you tomorrow." Nathalie's tears turned into a smile, "Thank you, Cameron."

Cameron observed her, realizing how openly she displayed her emotions. He acknowledged that he hadn't done enough to keep her happy recently. "Nel, I'm busy and sometimes things slip my mind. If you need anything, just let me know."

Nathalie's eyes welled up at his words. "Sure thing."

She wasn't one to be greedy or ask for more from Cameron, but his words warmed her heart deeply.