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.

stir the pot. "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

her lip, looking down in

struck a chord. Her two daughters were so different. Greta's

genuinely happy.

Nathalie knew

here? You've changed your name, so you're not part of the Brown family anymore.

to the floor, spilling

gaze made Greta realize she'd been too

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

take the white hair. She knew her bond

a previous life, they'd already done a DNA

over, shoving Nathalie aside. "What are you doing? Don't

Nathalie noted Greta's over-the-top

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

"Move aside," she demanded.