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.

began to bow out to winter. Miranda had left the house dressed too lightly, and now the biting wind and cold drizzle seeped into her bones, making her shiver uncontrollably. As she huddled for warmth, she quickly felt the

showed 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 to steal her daughter's kidney,"

nearby stray dog instead. "She's not worth an

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

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

was far

beggars began their nightly routines, turning the lively scene eerily silent.

of sleazy

to ear, sauntered over to Miranda. Completely oblivious to the danger lurking, she naively asked these men for help, "Can you help me call my daughter? She can

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.

the knife, Miranda

with fear.

no shortage of cash; just