Reborn From Oblivion

Nellie had always been a gentle woman, but for her daughter, she was ready to bare her claws and fight for justice. When she marched into the doctor's office, the steely determination in her eyes made the doctor squirm. "Nellie, what brings you here all of a sudden?" The doctor tried to play it cool while subtly eyeing the nearest exit.

"I'm almost late for work-can't this wait until after my shift?" she added, hoping to dodge the confrontation.

Nellie shot back with a frosty glare. "No need to rush. With your unethical actions, I doubt you'll be working here much longer."

The doctor went pale, trying to keep her composure. "What are you talking about? I don't follow."NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Nellie slapped down the evidence-her medical tests and empty pill bottles. The doctor's hands visibly shook. "Nellie, these prescriptions were based on your health needs. There's nothing wrong with them." "Nothing wrong?" Nellie fired back. "My child was born with a heart defect, and the meds you prescribed could cause birth defects. You're a professional. Don't tell me you didn't know!"

The commotion drew a crowd. People started whispering and pointing, "That doctor's got no morals. She shouldn't even have a license."

Some folks began snapping photos, and the doctor's cool facade crumbled. She pleaded with Nellie, "Let's discuss this somewhere private. This could really damage the hospital's reputation."

Nellie's anger was unyielding. "Did you care about the hospital's reputation when you did this? If you didn't, why should I?"

She was all in. "I'm willing to stake my whole life on this fight. I won't back down."

The doctor was visibly shaken and finally begged, "Come with me, and I'll explain."

Nellie followed her to a quiet spot, where the doctor dropped her act. "Ms. Nellie, it was your father who pressured me."

Nellie's eyes widened in shock. "Do you have proof?"

After a moment's hesitation, the doctor nodded. "I'll give it to you."

As Nellie left the hospital, she was a storm of emotions. Part of her was shattered, realizing the fatherly affection she'd known had been the start of her downfall.

When she burst into the Brown family home, Patrick's face twisted with disdain. "What do you want?"

Nellie confronted him head-on. "Why did you hurt my daughter?"

Patrick hadn't expected Nellie to uncover his secret so soon. His mug slipped from his hand, spilling water all over the table. "Nel, calm down," Patrick wheedled, his sly nature kicking in. "Why would I harm my own grandchild? I have no reason to."

Nellie's gaze snapped to Greta, who was smirking. "You have plenty of reason If I can't produce a healthy heir for the Dawson family, your precious daughter will get a shot at bearing Cameron's child."

Greta jumped up, feigning

innocence. "Nellie, what nonsense are your spouting? It's your body's fault for not having healthy kids. Why are you blaming us? Cameron and I are blameless!"