Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Chapter 277

Miranda looked like a child caught in mischief, huddled in her wheelchair, trembling. "Nellie..." she started, trying to find the words.

However, the name only made Nathalie's temper flare even more. She was like a wild lion, charging toward Miranda. She gripped Miranda's arms fiercely and shouted, "Don't call me Nellie! I can't stand that name." Miranda was helpless. "Please, don't get upset..."

The more Miranda tried to explain, the angrier Nathalie became. "Why did you lie to me? You watched me make a fool of myself trying to please him. Why? You're my mom. How could you let your own daughter grovel for a man who isn't even my family?" Miranda sobbed, "I... I'm sorry, I didn't realize it would hurt you this much..."

"What good is an empty apology? It doesn't fill the cracks in my heart."

Eventually, Nathalie's anger dissipated, leaving her weary. She collapsed onto the couch, glaring coldly at Miranda. "You're not cut out to be a mother."

Miranda felt a surge of righteous anger at Nathalie's accusation. To her, it was outrageous for someone younger to criticize an elder. But she couldn't lash out and scold or hit Nathalie like she used to whenever she was upset. Ever since she found out about the awful things Nathalie had done to Patrick, Miranda had developed a fear of Nathalie.

of you, he's now bedridden. His mind is a mess, he's incontinent, and he has been stripped of dignity.

Nathalie's eyes. "It's not enough," she

a spark ready to ignite everything around her, leaving Miranda uneasy. "What do you... want?" she asked, her voice

a kidney, sure, but look at you now, living a glamorous life. After all the suffering you've put us through, shouldn't

"Did I only lose a kidney? I was betrayed by people I trusted the most and stabbed in the back by my family. You

Miranda couldn't grasp Nathalie's

thought she

"Ift faced what you did, I'd be grateful for the Jesson instead

smallest slight."

fist clenched tightly. "Remember what you

she turned and headed upstairs. That night, Nathalie cried until the break

day, as Nathalie descended the stairs the air felt unusually tense and heavy. It wasn't until she spotted a distinguished-looking man in the living room that she realized the source of