Nathan''s gaze was as cold as ice. "You''re talking to me about thew? You and Cameron plotted to steal Nathalie''s kidney. Do you even realize that''s illegal?" Greta went pale. "It was my sister who agreed to it..."


    Nathan''s eyes locked onto Patrick. "And Mr. Brown, I assume you''re more than willing to mortgage your vi to me, right?"


    Patrick, drenched in cold sweat, dropped to his knees. "Mr. Nathan, please, have some mercy. This vi is all I have. Without it, my family will be out on the streets."


    "So you''re not willing, huh? That''s fine. Just brace yourself for bankruptcy."


    Patrick, sounding defeated, said, "Mr. Nathan, just so you''re aware, Nellie has already cut ties with us. We''re not obligated to pay her debts."


    Nathan''s anger red. "Mr. Brown, are you ying games with me? A moment ago, you were all family. Now you''re saying you''ve cut ties? Unless a legal document proves this disownment, don''t think you can dodge your debts." Patrick gritted his teeth. "I''ll be cutting ties with Nellie soon."


    He then urgently instructed Greta, "Go get Nellie... no, I mean, Ms. Nathalie."Content rights belong to N?velDrama.Org.


    Greta suddenly realized that sometimes, power and status were the realw. Just like Cameron once bullied Nellie, Nathan was now serving justice in his own way, leaving them all powerless to resist.


    With her head bowed, Greta headed upstairs. She opened the door and found Nathalie lounging on a deck chair on the balcony, seemingly unbothered by her confinement.


    The room was filled with a strong smell of urine. Red-faced and embarrassed, Miranda cried out to Greta, "Greta, finally, you''re here. Your sister doesn''t know how to take care of me. She won''t give me water or help me to the bathroom, and she ignored me when I wet the bed."


    Greta was shocked at Nathalie''s indifference. "How could you be so heartless? She''s your mother, the one who raised you."


    Nathaliey there, her gaze fixed outside the window, paying no heed to Greta''s words.


    Greta, growing angrier, said, "Nellie, I''m talking to you."


    Nathalie''s voice was soft but firm. "Greta, I suggest you don''t raise your voice at me. Otherwise, I won''t be leaving this room today."


    Frustrated by Nathan''s sarcasm and


    now ignored by Nathalie, Greta tried to reim some dignity. "Nellie are you threatening me? Do whatever you want."


    Nathalie calmly replied, "I''m not leaving. I need to wait for the police. You''re holding me captive, and that''s a crime."


    Greta protested, "Who''s holding you


    captive? Your mother is seriously ill, and you, as her dutiful daughter, insisted oning back to care for her.


    Nathalie held up a voice recorder. "Everything''s recorded here. Greta, you can''t talk your way out of this."


    Greta''s face turned white. "You recorded everything?"


    Nathalie replied, "Did you really think that by taking my phone, I''d just let you push me around?"


    Frustrated, Greta stomped her foot and was forced to plead with Nellie. "Mr. Nathan is here for you. He''s pressuring Dad to cover your debts. Dad feels he has no choice but to consider disowning you."


    Miranda let out a desperate cry. "Nel, you can''t cut ties with us, please."