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.

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

a hint of compassion and offered her food, others quickly intervened. "Don't give her anything. She doesn't deserve it." "She's a real piece of work for abusing her daughter and scheming with her husband

pulled back their offerings, tossing them to a nearby stray dog instead. "She's not worth an ounce of sympathy. I'd

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

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

nightmare was

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

of sleazy men,

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 are?

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 from

the knife, Miranda

with fear.

My daughter has no shortage of