Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Chapter 270

Greta was feeling really hurt and abruptly cut Nathalie off. "Nathalie, don't start with the fake sympathy. Mom took care of Dad because she wanted to, not because she had to. She's not like you, who seems to have forgotten where you came from and how to respect your

parents."

Nathalie shot Greta a mocking look. "Greta, you only say you take care of our parents with words, don't you?"

"All these years, they've given everything for you. Have you ever cooked them a meal? Sewn them a piece of clothing? No, you haven't. So, your so-called care is just empty words."

Nathalie's pointed remarks left Greta flustered, and she mumbled weakly, "I'm not well. I don't have the strength to help them, and they understand."

"Oh, you're not well? But that wasn't the case when you went to Milan for Fashion Week a few years back. You made loads of outfits, then. How come you didn't think to make something for our parents?"

Greta's face turned a deep shade of red, her eyes darting nervously to Miranda.

Miranda's gaze toward Greta turned noticeably icy.

bedpan without shaking. You should be living in comfort now. Remember when we lived together in that little place by Rainbow Bridge? You were almost twenty years younger back then, and I was

bit her lip, looking

different. Greta's talk was sweeter than her

happy. With Greta, she felt worn

Nathalie knew she had made

her anger. "Nathalie, why are you even here? You've changed your name, so you're not part of the Brown family anymore. We don't want you here." Nathalie replied, "I came to get a strand of

bedpan suddenly dropped to the floor, spilling everywhere. Greta snapped, "Can't

realize she'd been too

a strand of hair and offered it to Nathalie, "If you want hair,

didn't take the white hair. She knew her bond with Miranda was

a DNA test. This time,

aside. "What

Nathalie noted Greta's over-the-top

face showed panic. Nathalie figured something was up between her and

"Move aside," she demanded.