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.

"Mom, look at your hands. You can't even hold a 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 the

bit her lip,

Greta's talk was sweeter than her deeds. Nathalie's actions spoke

happy.

Miranda's expression, Nathalie knew she had made her

You've changed your name, so you're not part of the Brown family anymore. We don't

to the floor, spilling everywhere.

she'd been too harsh on

pulled out a strand of hair and offered it to Nathalie, "If you want hair, take as much

hair. She knew her bond

a DNA test. This time, she

towards Patrick, Greta rushed over, shoving Nathalie aside. "What are you doing? Don't you dare hurt my

Nathalie noted Greta's over-the-top

showed panic.

"Move aside," she demanded.