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.

house dressed too lightly, and now the biting wind and cold drizzle seeped into her bones, making her shiver uncontrollably. As she huddled for

her anything. She doesn't deserve it." "She's a real piece of work for abusing her daughter and scheming with her husband to steal her daughter's

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

with shame; she felt like a zoo animal on display, exposed for

in, a flicker of hope sparked within her: Maybe Nathalie

was far

overpass thinned out, and the beggars began their nightly routines, turning the lively scene eerily silent. Miranda scanned her surroundings, desperate for salvation. However, redemption wasn't coming,

of

oblivious to the danger lurking, she naively asked these men for help, "Can you help me call my

"Do you even know who we are? And you're asking us

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 something

knife, Miranda

with fear. "You want

plenty. My daughter has no shortage of cash; just help me contact her... I'll have