Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Chapter 281

The crowd around couldn't believe their ears. "Good grief, is that even real?" someone exclaimed.

"Such a woman shouldn't be a mother. She deserves to face the music right now," another added, disgust dripping from their words.

In no time, people spat at her and hurled eggs, leaving Miranda in a pitiful state. She yelled at the top of her lungs, "She's my daughter! What I do with her is my business. You have no right to judge me!" "Shameless!" someone shot back. "Just because she's your flesh and blood doesn't mean she's your property. You can't control her life like that."

"Must be rough having you as a mom," another chimed in.

Overwhelmed by the onslaught of insults, Miranda's bravado faltered. Her thick skin finally cracked, and she realized she had to swallow her pride and beg Lizzy for forgiveness.

However, when she tried to find Lizzy, she realized that Lizzy had vanished.

Panic surged through her. Without Lizzy, how would she get home? The thought of living as a beggar forever was unbearable.

bow out to winter. Miranda had left the house dressed too lightly, and now the biting wind and

people around her mocked her with cold detachment. When someone showed a hint of compassion and offered her food, others quickly intervened. "Don't give her anything. She doesn't deserve it."

stray dog instead. "She's not worth an ounce of sympathy. I'd rather feed

felt like a zoo animal on display, exposed for

flicker of hope sparked within her: Maybe Nathalie would come and take her

her nightmare was

bustling crowd under the overpass thinned out, and the beggars began their nightly routines, turning the lively scene eerily

group of sleazy men,

ear to ear, sauntered over to Miranda. Completely oblivious to the danger lurking, she naively asked these men for help, "Can you

disbelief, "Do you even know who we

pressing its sharp edge against her face. "I've had my eye on you all day. Someone as rotten as you probably won't be missed. I was thinking of borrowing

the knife,

fear. "You want

go, and I promise you'll get plenty. My daughter has no shortage of cash; just help me contact her... I'll have her