Chapter 380: The Last Straw

Sierra snapped out of her stupor, her heart pounding with anxiety. Should she say it? Or should she keep quiet? She'd resolved her decision, yet felt the need to justify it. This wasn't something she couldn't say. The Camerons had betrayed her first. They hadn't even bailed her out after her ordeal. They'd turned their backs on her! Fine, then she'd respond in kind.

Nathael, recognizing Sierra's vulnerability and impatient with her hesitation, wasted no time. Rising abruptly, he signaled his departure. "I'll spill it! I'll spill it!"

Her recollections were vague, fragments from her childhood amongst the Camerons. She'd overheard numerous conversations, though she hadn't always paid attention. Despite the fuzziness, the details were plentiful. "My dad He cut corners on various projects, resulting in fatalities!"

"And my uncle, a construction site manager, covered up a collapse that claimed lives years ago, silencing any further investigation!"

In her frenzy, Sierra blurted out a mixture of fact and fiction, grasping at anything she could recall.

Patiently, Nathael absorbed her torrent of words for nearly half an hour. When it became clear her ramblings yielded little, he rose.

"Mr. Harris Please, you promised to help me! I told you everything I knew," Sierra pleaded desperately. Nathael's cold chuckle filled the room as he said, in his deep voice, "Ms. Cameron, don't worry." Though his words should have been reassuring, Sierra felt unsettled by the frostiness in his gaze, a sudden wave of unease washing over her.

As Nathael drove away, watching the snow fall from the darkened sky, a lingering unease clung to him. He couldn't pinpoint the cause, but a sense of disquiet had been gnawing at him lately. It was as if buried memories and overlooked clues clamored for attention, threatening to disrupt his fragile peace. Despite the scant utility of Sierra's revelations, Nathael found solace in the notion of a focused investigation. He mused, hoping to uncover truths hidden in the shadows. Ronald and his father possessed a knack for stealth and precision, evading detection with skillful finesse. Despite the challenge, Nathael was determined to dismantle the Camerons' facade.

In the hazy realm between sleep and wakefulness, Maggie sensed a comforting presence enveloping her. Though her instinct urged her to retreat, she found herself held in an unyielding embrace, ensnared by its strength. Maggie grumbled with irritation, her brow furrowing, yet eventually relented. Soon, his warmth enveloped her, casting a comforting glow. This time, Maggie leaned in willingly, met by Nathael's smiling eyes as he tenderly kissed her forehead. "Goodnight, Nana," he murmured.

The following morning, dawn broke early. Maggie roused from sleep—not overly early—leisurely basking in the morning light as she reached for her phone. However, her demeanor shifted abruptly upon glancing at the screen. Twitter buzzed with messages about the Camerons, as if the platform had become their personal arena, teeming with intrigue:

• Sierra allegedly kidnapped and tried to murder Maggie.
• Sierra apprehended. Accuses the Camerons of multiple homicides.
• Cameron Group has yet to respond.
• A special task force is investigating the Camerons.
• Cameron Group stocks dip. Wave of sell-offs triggered.

Each news revelation was more sensational than the last, nearly overwhelming Maggie. However, upon closer examination, she realized Sierra's accusations had unravelled a web of deceit, laying bare the Camerons' sordid history. Regardless of the evidence presented, once the truth surfaced, no secrets would remain hidden. In the past, many likely knew the truth but remained silent out of fear. Yet, with someone championing their cause, the truth would inevitably emerge.

"Bet Master Cameron and Ronald are now panicking. Karma's biting them in the ass."

Maggie's only regret was her obliviousness to these secrets. Had she known, she might have exposed the Camerons sooner, providing solid evidence. However, the Camerons had adeptly maintained their facade, shielding these truths from her.

She sifted through the comments on the Sierra kidnapping case, intrigued by the public's response:

"Oh my. It's absolutely chilling. What kind of people are the Camerons? I used to believe their adoption of Maggie was noble, but now, I'm filled with dread just thinking about it."

"Sierra's actions are despicable. When she can't compete, she resorts to dirty tactics. Is this what they call a wealthy young lady? Planning murder to cover her tracks?"

"I've heard even worse rumors from reliable sources. They claim she intends to drug Maggie and slash up her face!!"

"The Cameron Group is toying with lives. We demand a thorough investigation by higher authorities! The public deserves answers!"

"I'm filing a report against the Cameron Group for the deaths of my son and his family, all to seize our land for redevelopment!"

Sierra's case acted as a catalyst, igniting a firestorm of online exposure, likely orchestrated by unseen hands.

Maggie pondered the repercussions. Do Ronald and Master Cameron even have the bandwidth to scheme against the Adams amidst this chaos? As for Vanessa, faced with threats to the Camerons' safety, would she still pursue her plans to marry into the family? Maggie wondered. It'll be like in my past life.

Or perhaps, Maggie considered, she could devise a strategy to confront Vanessa directly.

Back at the Camerons' place, a storm was brewing. Ronald's typically composed demeanor was shattered, replaced by a mask of seething anger and frustration. On the ground, Olivia wept inconsolably, pleading with Ronald. "Ronald Please, she must be coerced by someone. Save her! She's our daughter!"

Without hesitation, Ronald delivered a forceful kick to Olivia's chest. She made no attempt to evade it, coughing up blood.

"You call her our child? She's shown no regard for her family. Utterly spineless. She's barely been in custody! We were working on a way to help her, but she's thrown us all under the bus!"

"You expect me to rescue her? How can I, given our situation? The family's in turmoil! Even if I could, I wouldn't lift a finger to save her!"

Tears streamed down Mary and Madam Cameron's cheeks as they embraced. "Bro instructed you to detain her, but you chose to aid her escape. And all she stirred up was trouble! You're nothing but bad luck! What will become of us?"

Master Cameron's rage was palpable. Coughing up blood, his complexion drained of color, he remained silent, his head bowed, appearing almost lifeless, lost in thought.